sometimes

it doesn't
take much.
a cup of
coffee. a
kiss. a
soft chair
to rest in.
a good book.
a poem,
a song,
watching
the yellow cat
stretch
and yawn,
the sun on
your arm
as it rests
on the sill,
with
the street
below. it
doesn't
take much
to exhale
and then to
let it all go.