So often, I'm moved by ordinary things
my "doses of reality"
the birds, the clouds, a song ...
I am ecstatic over the beauty of life
the loveliness of nature ...
the majesty of a building.
There are times when I giggle out loud
simply because there is not enough ...
room inside me to contain it
I call those times "doses of reality"
Then there are times
I am moved by
people who are hungry
and things in life that don't work ...
I cry for them, for their plight
and I am thankful for what I have ...
and what I am
and for what I sometimes consider