we often speak of days as people
people as things
things as needs
needs as air oxygen or breath
breath as  beauty taking
our's away
away as somewhere so distant
when we are all solvents
in the atmosphere
equally a space
equally belonging
can beauty belong here
it is an ephemeral thing
like catching a sunrise
or a smile from her
life is not complicated
or harsh
just fair
it is how one grabs it by the
roots
pulls it within
plants it so deep
in one's heart
it becomes
real