Kind Gesture

A man and I were walking towards the Tim Hortons doors. He got there before me and stepped around the door, holding it open and waited till I got closer. Thank you my teeth grin and sometimes there is the second door and I’m already thinking of it when I see him do the first door spin thing. So I pull the handle on the second door and I step aside and hold it wide and I look up at him because my shoes aren’t as interesting as someone I’ve looked in the eyes not more then once, and he slow moes in my head as his eyes crinkle out his smile and the look of trained hesitancy follows suit even though he’s wearing steel toed boots and a grey streaked pullover. I almost think he’s going to swear out a thank you, his gleam looks that excited.
He enters the store and he steps aside, and turns to me and says, ” You go ahead’, and my heart chuckles and I do step ahead.
I order. He orders shortly after at the next cashier. Maybe the employees had to go to the grocery store to get the bacon for my order.I ordered two things. His order is done before mine and his hands have 7 different cups as he is headed towards the exit. I slant forward quickly and I push that exit door open and I swing around with fresh, and I look him in the eyes and I say ” I don’t need the last laugh, I prefer the last kindness. Now you go and distribute.” And there are smiles the size of the Grand Canyon as we walk our way out of each other’s physical realm.

Little big smalls to take across the board of your day.

I Leave

It’s fear and wonderful.
That WordPress and
what WordPress,
can make you feel.

I don’t want to leave it.
Yet I know I need to,
and that I will be glad I did
when I have.

I would like not to feel bad
and whelmed over
when I don’t make the time to read yours.
It makes me feel guilty for posting.
I love reading your minds.

I want the realness of me here, in pressing Words
to poke out through my freckles and smile,
my way of being
and I need to help that
by leaving and
focus on
being open and better
out there.

I don’t want to hide things.
I was telling you what
you didn’t even ask of
and that felt good.
Even now, explaining
when ‘poof’ I could go
and it would hardly make a difference.
Habitual openness, I want!

I’ve learned a lot here,
you guys are really smart
beautiful creatures.
I am proud and impressed
and I will miss.

The stories we all share and swallow
may never get digested
properly or even at all
They can get intertwined with anothers
and not be kept straight
and that’s okay.

There are thousands of us here.

I can say WordPress,
as a club, a unity,
you’ve really made me feel smarter
and better.

Now I get to press that into all corners of Lively Life,
spread it even on the crumbs!

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.