Do we really need
excuses
to pause
and recognize beauty?
No matter.
It’s here
whether we notice.
In full view
of our distracted
eyes and mind.
An available refuge,
amid anxious chatter
to center us,
a clarion amid the mud
to awaken our
slumbering souls.
Requiring so little:
rapt attention, focus
beyond our selves,
the sincerity of a moment’s
genuine engagement,
briefly excusing time.
She offers unnameable rewards.
Simple yet profound,
all around
accessible, yet
all too rarely accessed.
Like love.
Alley Puddle, March 25, 2020