Such things
as a neighbor’s
somber face
caught smiling
for a little longer
than the usual
ghost moment
she allows
for happiness
to haunt her
expression
or the way
a certainly ordinary
everyday unnoticed
shaft of tree-channeled
sunlight strikes
a backyard bed
of gone to seed lettuce
illuminates the pale stalks and
makes them shine
and appear
(for the first time
in a long while
since the last harvest)
quite appealing in spite of
recent neglect
Such things
are becoming
what I need
to get by
Dark Matter 
June 28th, 2016 at 8:07 am
I really appreciate appreciating the little things and enjoyed your poem of the things you have found. It’s easy to find lots of wondrous things to enjoy, but easy to forget to look (ugh I sound like a sappy clique) anyway, your poem is wonderful.
June 28th, 2016 at 8:12 am
Thank you very much! It’s not my typical topic, but it’s important to shift gears now and then, I find.
June 28th, 2016 at 8:13 am
I just realised I said clique instead of cliche, this is getting worse and worse! 😁
June 28th, 2016 at 8:36 am
Ha! I didn’t even notice…context saves the day…
June 28th, 2016 at 8:56 am
Hooray for context and words that look similar enough to be mistaken for each other in a crowd! 😂