December 18-20, 2020

it could come when a bird flies

from tree to scintillating tree

it might move when the sunset

paints itself glorious in the west

may breathe as breathless as love

dancing on the voice of a friend

unsuspecting, you open your door

expecting to greet the outside, but

you walk out into a poem instead

but no! it’s so much more than that

the poem walks up, hugs you, stays

makes itself a part of your very life

and you’ll never be the same again

wonder is delightfully unpredictable

it could come when supper’s cooking

it might sing to you during a movie

may breathe on your soul at midnight

you’ll never know when it will come

but when it does, oh, when it does

welcoming it with wide open arms

is about the best thing you’ll ever do

for the ride, the ride will be glorious