A wee poetic seed took hold and flourished almost clandestinely. I love it when that happens, when a poem grows, unfolds and then simply says, ‘hey presto, you’ve been expecting me’. Here goes.
The iridescent pearls of introspection,
the shimmer of wildest possibility,
a glimpse of hope in full flight.
Fleeting, weightless, quiet.
Serenity won’t take up space.
Like peace, love, trust,
it remains unnoticed in plain sight.
I can’t grasp wonder with my hands.
I can only resonate from within.