How should I measure my life?
By what ruler or yardstick?
By success and an impressive list of achievements?
That wouldn’t be unreasonable or unfair.
How should I assess my being in the world?
By the difference I have made and the ground shifted?
Through the happiness and connections created?
These are good for sure.
Yet for all the things done and the living had
there is nothing that fully satisfies or makes meaning
of this little life like a simple direct smile
on a dark day or in loss,
or the hug of someone that says
they are glad you are here.