Noticing, appreciating, musing in, the small things around us. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
What Is It?
a single bright spark
in a vast dark hall
casting a sphere
of illumination, protection, and warmth
an uncurling living sprout
breaking out new from the cold earth
can the air really be
this impossibly fresh
and sweet
floating strains
of a distant, lilting melody
that you follow down the street
around the corner
and through the park
until finally there it is
like it’s been there forever,
waiting
in the gazebo
or a tall, clear glass
of cool clear water
condensation beading
and running down the sides
when all you’ve known
is thirst
the mystery
is all of these things
and none of them
it cannot be touched
yet touch
is all that it is
it is a gift,
when there is no giver
only
a willingness
to receive
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