Soapbox Poet

All I Covet (a poem)

An unassuming yet warm smile curbs the jitters

in my stomach and breaks the silence on the hardest

days. I covet the emotions that ground me, for these

halcyon days run fast into the night and leave me

writing this in candlelight. On bitter mornings I use

more sugar in my coffee and keep the blinds shut.

I covet the small moments that anchor my feet to

the raw floor- that drag me downstairs and encourage

me to look out the window. I covet the childlike love

that bubbles in my chest and spills out of my teeth

in emblazoned breaths that share my heart. I covet

moments yet to be had, in brief plans and loose itineraries.

It’s an assumingly simple existence, yet it’s full-bodied

and gentle. I covet beautiful moments that are

brief and elongate the mornings- Mornings that shorten the

distance from the night but crave the day.