The Things that Make Me Feel Rich

Intro

Age has taught me this: the world’s finest pleasures are often the humblest. They ask for little, offer much, and arrive mostly in the dark, when no one is watching. What they give is not indulgence but reassurance.

Vincent R. Pozon

Hot lomi, a thick noodle broth
no one can eat with their eyes open.

Or a tin of vienna sausage, devoured
in the middle of the night, a solitary delight

Yanking out a paper napkin from its box,
This is rich, this is almost profligate.

I wipe my mouth with that thought,
with a smile the world cannot see.

The weight of a heavy cotton robe,
post-bath, even if torn at the seams.

Then there is a thick blanket,
especially when colder than comfortable,

Vast so I need not bend my legs -
I pull it up to my neck and I am loved.