The small things

A poem about the small things I notice.

I sometimes look at the small things,

The things that creep into my life

Change it, mold it.

These things are not big, life changing events

Full of drama, filled with tension, filling the room,

But small, insignificant, unnoticed things.

Like the drip from my ceiling,

Ever threatening to drip on me and my things,

Always a mini-boss to be aware of in the rain.

Or the small square of floor in my hall,

That threatens to eat my foot, should I misstep,

But I instinctively step over but am always aware of.

These small things may be insignificant, small, annoying,

Preying on my concentration and attentions like a small puppy,

But they are mine, and without them, life wouldn’t be as interesting.