poetry

the orange

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange—
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

Wendy Cope 


I went to the park the other day, sipped tea from a flask and read a book. I watched the rainclouds draw closer and closer, rolling towards me over the trees; on the way home, rain dripped slowly from my umbrella and I was caught by each silver drop.

Laughing with loved ones, eating August plums from the tree, waiting for the neighbourhood cat to trust me enough so I can scratch under its chin …

Simple, everyday magic is enthralling and this poem captures that so splendidly.

I love you. I’m glad we exist.

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