She says,
Things will turn out.
And I know she believes it.
I can tell in the way she leaves off
The word well at the end.
I watch her pick up rocks,
Inspecting each one carefully,
Returning most to the dirt,
Putting the rest into her pocket.
She keeps a ceramic vase on the coffee table
Filled with pebbles, broken sea shells, shards of colored glass.
She told me about how
In each beautiful place she has been,
She has taken a bit of the Earth with her
To remind herself of the loveliness that surrounds us,
How it can even be found under our feet.
I wonder how it can be --
How I look at the night sky
And see a candle light vigil
While she is dazzled by a fireworks display,
A private show the heavens have held for her alone.
How I trample over the very stones
She is using to turn her pockets
Into treasure chests.
She is unknowingly teaching me
The possibility of simple miracles,
To see a flower in a seed.
And I have never been one to run for cover
But my heart yearns to seek shelter
In her arms,
Aches to peer into her chipped vase
and see diamonds.
Things will turn out.
And I know she believes it.
I can tell in the way she leaves off
The word well at the end.
I watch her pick up rocks,
Inspecting each one carefully,
Returning most to the dirt,
Putting the rest into her pocket.
She keeps a ceramic vase on the coffee table
Filled with pebbles, broken sea shells, shards of colored glass.
She told me about how
In each beautiful place she has been,
She has taken a bit of the Earth with her
To remind herself of the loveliness that surrounds us,
How it can even be found under our feet.
I wonder how it can be --
How I look at the night sky
And see a candle light vigil
While she is dazzled by a fireworks display,
A private show the heavens have held for her alone.
How I trample over the very stones
She is using to turn her pockets
Into treasure chests.
She is unknowingly teaching me
The possibility of simple miracles,
To see a flower in a seed.
And I have never been one to run for cover
But my heart yearns to seek shelter
In her arms,
Aches to peer into her chipped vase
and see diamonds.