life is beautiful

life is beautiful:

 

spider shadows moving long-legged

slow over the ceiling,

 

a lover’s hand reaching for your own as you fall asleep,

 

a new Neil Young album,

 

blonde hair falling like a waterfall

that catches your breath,

 

a nephew jumping into the air as he learns to trust,

 

fresh ground coffee,

 

afternoon talking with your Mum,

 

friends with wine,

 

the chuckling of streams,

 

certain episodes of Northern Exposure

 

the way a cat only comes to you when it feels like it,

 

dancing alone in the street with only early morning drizzle for company,

 

the warm imprint in a bed at 4am, when she’s only gone to the toilet and you know she’s coming back,

 

siblings, Worms, and not noticing the Time Thief’s brought the sun up outside,

 

the way of talking with best friends that is immediately the same,

no matter how long it’s been,

 

sunsets,

 

that text that comes when you’ve switched your light off,

that brights the room like a firework,

 

just a little bit of weed, when you need it the most,

 

sunsets, again,

 

the loamy approach of autumn in the hall moments after the door’s closed,

 

that feeling like falling that tickles your stomach when your eyes meet, and linger just long enough, to remind why,

 

life IS beautiful.