In doing nothing there's accomplishment:
In abandoning the computer
To see an art exhibit down the street
And running into an old friend,
In climbing a mountain
And feeling the pleasant burning in your calves,
In painting your nails green,
In putting up fairy lights,
In making a flower crown
With your own two hands
Because no one said you couldn't.
Five fathoms down
Whales make their songs;
In small goods,
God is present.