Small Things

I wrote this a few days after learning that I had cancer.

Now, when the gravity of life weighs too heavy on me
Details seem safe.
I brush my teeth with care.
I even floss.
I wash a dirty plate until every speck of egg is gone.
My closet is almost tidy again, sweaters primly folded, arranged by color.
I stroke the hair of my child, smoothing each strand.
Such details bring comfort.
They are within reach.