There is wonder

There is wonder

In the little things.

A drop of rain,

A bird that sings.

Even a single random thought.

When nothing is done

But an imagining

Of life,

And how it could be,

Should there be magic

And mysteries

Were discovered

To be, nothing more

Than opportunities

To grow

Into ourselves.

And when I think

Of you,

The gentle touch

And smell of you,

The flush of blood

That warms your skin,

The way you look at me,

When I chance to see

Your face reflected

In the mirror.

It makes me wonder.

What did I do,

To deserve so much?

But then,

So easily,

Almost without thinking,

I remember.

It is a joy, a treasure,

To have this gift

And it keeps me from

Forgetting,

Just how lucky we are,

To have this chance,

To live,

And love, in wonder.