Prickmedainty Poetry

This Being Beautiful

Scattered observations beyond myself:

Trees drop shadows in the water—

Singular silhouettes

Dark as velvet

Against the mud down under

Liquid streamers of sky.

I can find the sky

Anywhere—

Even in the tilt of a garbage lid

Find a pocket lake of sun.

There is nowhere to run

That isn't already here

So I give into this

Tear-colored space

And breathe.

But this too shall pass,

Being beautiful.

*a poem written in 2008