to notice (poem)

what is this joy

creeping up inside my soul?

this peace

running its way about me?

what is this beauty

which i see; hear,

not only in the sunset,

not only in the singing birds

what is this beauty?

not simply in the sound of rain,

but in traffic lights,

in washing cars and feeling tired

in sunshine, in rain,

in singing birds, in spiders,

in my dog resting on a chair,

gazing out the window,

in music, in guitars,

in major chords, in minor keys,

in the piano

i barely play?

what is this wonderful,

astounding beauty?

in love, in joy, in peace,

in pain?

what is it that my heart breaks for,

that so many should miss all this?

will they ever see

what the world shows me?

will they ever hear

what it whispers in my ear?

or is it simply my burden

to notice?