Do not despise the days of small things easier for
A camel to pass through than for rich men.
Often the outside fails to keep the inside
Alive through shrouded moments when a veiled
Imagination lays too few bricks here
For a foundation worthy of attendance;
This congregation of missed chances sheds
Evaporating tears as petulant
Clouds thin and misty disposition clears.
Do not avoid these feelings of unease
But pause as with the roses for a reason,
And gather grace among the tiny hands
Which build the rainbow while they kiss your face.
How quickly senses flicker like a little
Ticklish instrument, a consolation
Of those impressions signifying nothing
Most of the time if you let them drop by,
But offer a key to Heaven’s gate when you
Open yourself to something unintended,
If at the crossroads for a ride not taken
But wait, while wet leaves weep and tap
A coded dance among the trove of lost
Pleasures, a cloudy day viewed with clear eyes.
I Dwell In Possibility 