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?


I was just thinking about this poem the other week and wondering if I’d ever get to hear it again. This is a most joyous occasion, thank you