The Best of It

A poem by Kay Ryan:

However carved up
or pared down we get,
we keep on making
the best of it as though
it doesn't matter that
our acre's down to
a square foot.  As
though our garden
could be one bean
and we'd rejoice if
it flourishes, as
though one bean
could nourish us.


Joy in the little things.
Inspiration from minute things.
..."our garden could be one bean and we'd rejoice if it flourishes..."

Perhaps I start off with huge dreams and as life presses on, those dreams become more and more elusive, more unattainable, less important, shoved aside by the daily grind.  But as those dreams get smaller and smaller, I still hold onto them and find hope in them, "as though one [dream] could nourish [me]."