standing naked
at 2:30am
in my kitchen
eating cold chicken
olives
an avacado salad
drinking white wine
after reading Pete Hamill
on NYC
no one watching
even the cat asleep
in another room
if that ain’t heaven
at least a tiny corner
of it
I don’t know
what is
I’m surely no theologian, but it sounds like more than just a tiny corner of heaven to me.
Heaven is, I suppose, wherever we find it.
LOL!!! 🙂 ❤
Thank you, Natalie.
Yeah, man!
Thanks, Jim.
I love this. Those little joys 🙂
Life is made up of little joys more than big ones, don’t you think?
I agree. They are all around us if we pay attention. You captured that perfectly. 🙂
All one needs is just enough heaven to fit.
Fitting in isn’t so difficult however small. It’s finding it that’s the hard part.
I’m getting hungry now!
Actually me, too, since it’s getting toward dinnertime here.
Your own piece of freedom. Pity your Cat missed out on some Chicken – hope you saved some for him.
He always gets his share.
I bet he does, they all do don’t they.
Yes, they know how to get what they want.
where we r happy there is heaven.as u say dt is daily routin.nice poem have a hidden issues.
Thank you.
I do love Pete Hamill’s tales of New York City . . .
He’s a true NYer.
Yes sir!
Yes most definitely so!!
Glad you think so, too.
🤗🤗
That is heaven! Heaven! I simply loved the poem…. 🙂 🙂
Thank you, Mirna. I’m glad you did.