I've been walking more
and leaving the big machine behind
to put myself in the way of beauty.
I find it.
In the fingers of the trees
reaching to the purple sky
splaying in their radial dance,
I find it.
On the cracking cement
where a dog left its footprint forever
and the grass reclaims its home,
I find it.
When the wind picks up my hair
to teach me how to lighten up
like the leaves that dance around me,
I find it.
Even as I close my eyes tight,
the fragrance of a night blossom
paints itself across my mind
and I find it.