Bread 7 Oil by Susan Murtaugh

By Not Looking, I Almost Missed You
Missed Connections from Ann Arbor

I told you that I wasn’t looking for you.
I said that I was single and not looking to change that.
Then I said something about homemade bread, or maybe pie.
Whatever it was, I’m glad you didn’t listen.
I’m glad we’ve had our ocean of stars, our thousand miles, our infinite darkness.
I’m glad I didn’t know you were there until you saw me.
I’m glad I had no expectations,
because having them drowned in your generosity would have been even more overwhelming.

Do you remember what I said I wanted on Thanksgiving?
To spend the day with warm light, a fragrant kitchen, music in the background, the freedom to wake up or sleep in or read to you or whatever.
I had everything I wanted and craved only the “with”.
Thank you, Gentle Reader, for,
every morning,
making my dreams come true.

Her Two Cents

In the frenetic pace of our everyday lives there are so many things we fail to see or experience – and we don’t even know what we’re missing. As we’re moving into Thanksgiving-Black Friday-Small Business Saturday-Holiday Shopping mania, maybe we should all try to step back or slow down for a moment. Find something simple to enjoy (like good, fresh bread?) and luxuriate in a moment of relaxation. Who knows where it may take you?