Little By Little Poem by Smoky Hoss

We sit at a little rest area
upon a little table
drinking a little drink.
We are partway
on our way
from someplace to somewhere,
not certain of where we've been
or where we're bound.
We just needed a pause,
a moment of pondering little things
that truly matter.
We are unsure of the way,
only that we are going
little by little, not because
we have to, or need to, or even
want to really
- although, we are definitely not against it
one bit - but, because,
it is the manner
in which we are being moved,
our little selves, shells of humanity,
floating along life's little river
of love.