Focal Points

Dislodged, 

the air stirs,

delighting in

sown seeds

burrowed deep –

their roots,

flowering,

taking shape,

nourishing the air.

Unspoken beauty met with an off-handed simplicity.

Bright with vision,

we reap with joy

and acclamation –

the seeds unlimited

substance.

Sounding invisible, growing –

sustained, dancing under the sun.

You, me, we, us, 

the spectators

only half-listening, 

only catching the dialect

of seemingly, mumbled lines.

More beautiful 

becomes the idea of it,

which is more profound 

than one might think,

frolicking here in this season 

of simple beginnings,

where there exists

a celebratory feel – 

a flowering passion

as the bud opens

to the sun's light.

Bits and pieces

splash against the sill of life

dispersing petals to the wind – 

aloft they fly.

New boundaries

and focal points brim

with prosperity, 

offering a simple hope.