Things creep up

Things creep up

When least expected.

The change in momentum

A surprise,

To a system

Grown sluggish

From lack of invention.

A smile can turn

A face into the gates

Of paradise.

A single drop of rain,

Capturing the light,

As it rolls

Across the smooth

Velvet skin of a blood red rose,

Stealing the imagination,

From deep within a spray

Of a thousand other blooms,

Brings a finer focus

To the attention.

The sound of

A mother’s love,

Whispered gently

With a brush of lips

Across the bud like ear

Of a sweetly smelling child,

Softens the spew of noise.

The thrill, of new sounds

Pulls my mind

First one way,

And then the other

As new connections

Are made,

Stories to be told,

Whole histories created,

By my decree

Bring the world to

Some kind of order.

Perhaps then, when

Disparate objects

Fit together,

My heart sings

Its comfort

In the polish of rough diamonds.

How captivating,

When a single shaft of

Radiant sunlight

Bursts across a

Freshly washed window.

And in a moment,

That spans

Less than the

Echo of a single heartbeat,

The day begins.