The Sense of Something Before it is Something
At the end of the day
it is not only
the daring to look,
but the finding
that really matters,
isn’t it my darling ..
For instance,
take the silver
off white glint
on a herons cheek ..
Visible only
in the half-light,
or the tremor
of a single leaf rejoicing,
the moment
it shakes off that last
drop of rain,
before fall and is free
once more ..
And what about
the apple smell
of a tap room, lingering ..
And that of
new puppies, young
babies and old
scent bottles found
in attics
and long lost
camphor trunks
by chance ..
Or that of the smell
trapped between
pages of old books
kept in libraries,
out of reach of both
prying eyes
and too tiny fingers ..
While the sound
of cracked church bells,
nightingales,
and worms turning
cut through the air
and compete with that
of snow drops
emerging ..
And can then, be heard
in the distance
above the cry of gulls
and storm clouds
forming ..
Come tell me darling
what on earth,
are we each missing ..