A day of deliberate, deliberating actions,
much like micro meditations.
The making of a bed, the recycling
of a bottle.
The tying, no the taming of tumbleweed paper
into monumental bundles.
No great deeds or even thoughts,
that has been the essence of this day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finding beauty in the now moment is what makes life worth living in spite of the mundane exercises we must perform.