Inner Sanctum Revealed Poem by Andree Quarles

When I feel my losses outweigh my gains
There comes a secret joy into my mind
Driving off ennui in subtle ways.
Of small trivia like sipping cool lemonades
Watching hummingbirds from my kitchen window
Receiving calls on the phone by my bed,
Having milk toast for breakfast
Or chatting with friends.
Now that life is ebbing away too soon,
I take comfort in thinking of small satisfactions
And try to forget those nasty old subtractions.