Look up

So many people hurry along,

Looking down

Staring at their feet

And at the pavement.

Or caught up by a little glowing box

In their hand

Intensely intent on the content.

So connected

That they disconnect

From the wonderful world

Of the senses.

And so they miss

The splendour of a deep blue dome of sky

A bowler hat cloud

Shooting stars

The perfect crook of a silver crescent moon

A heron’s languid flight

A paintbox sunset

A squirrel leaping

From branch to branch

Airplane contrails making an X

Flowers in window boxes

A solitary oak on a hilltop

Distant downpours

A flag fluttering in the breeze

And so many other little miracles

Of life

And perhaps the sweetest of all:

A momentary meeting of glances

A shared smile in passing

With another rare soul

Who understands the reward

Of looking up.

 

 

...give and take.

Snow's still here. I'm in denial. It is melting, however, and should be gone by tomorrow.