I enjoy cracking open
a crisp, new deck of cards.
I love unwrapping the pristine, tightly folded paper
on an uncut block of butter.
I love peeling the gift wrap skin off a fresh tomatillo.
What does all this tell me?
Is it the little things that matter?
Or perhaps it's time to get off my ass
and find some bigger and better things to enjoy,
WATCHING A FRIGGIN' VOLCANO ERUPT,
RIDING IN A LAND VEHICLE AS IT BREAKS THE SOUND BARRIER
EATING AN ENTIRE WHEELBARROW FULL OF ICE CREAM?
Maybe it's time to start enjoying the BIG things
and stop being such a pussy.