Minute Pleasure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sectioning particles of my brain into exacting measures,
fitting my appetite to a tee.
Absorbing any and all silent potions of magical derision.
Taking all the minute pleasures of today and using them
to the fullest extent.
Believing the experiences of tomorrow will add up to be
the best ever found or told on any plain in life.
Straightening every crooked route away from my heart,
instead, leading me into the spheres of heavenly gardens
all alone.
Beseeching all of life in one small breath.