In the sunshine
I went to get the recycling bin from the curb.
A middle aged couple was walking by.
Arms swinging, out for exercise
We said hello.
to bring the bin back to the shade of my house
and behind me I heard
an ongoing conversation
her quiet laugh.
In the showers of bad news,
genuine sadness this morning has delivered
their easy happiness
is the Still Small Voice.
And I am hearing.