Working The Simple Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Working the simple,
playing the plain
notes of ordinary time,
tumbling into the gentle
swirling smoke
of our lives today,
or lives after today,
seems appropriate,
seems perfect.

Like a white shirt for a man
or a basic black dress for a woman,
satisfaction does not need
to be coordinated with complex
accoutrements, with the encrumbrance
of precious beads
or beatitudes.

Working the simple,
playing the plainsong
while sifting through the hours
of our days for smiles
and kind words
and other precious beads
and beatitudes:
These are the gestures
that make life worth wearing
every day.