. . . even when you’re not looking; especially when you’re not looking.
SCIENCE OF LIFE
Take umbrage.
Sour all I have.
I used to allow it.
Did not rock kismet
Delight in peals of spring.
I mired. Flickered,
Got the dirt on
A waif, wily, perverting
High school rituals
Claw hammering rivals
Blind to the nests
Cocoons, hives, shells
Snoozing in biology class
Oblivious to living organisms
Living in, on, through us.
All escaped our attention.
Now I name stars
Species, ripen salmon
Salvage withered pines
Old friends, repair things
Beyond repair
Sail toward a ship.