Every day something new

Even on the drabbest of mornings I hope for it.
To notice atoms arranged differently.
For something I’ve walked past
a hundred times
to unfold itself anew:

the way seed pods move up the stems of the toothwort.
A hummingbird catching flies in a swift arc.
New ferns greener with young growth.
The pace of the clanking flagpoles on a windy day.
The purpling of spent shooting star flowers.
Even the sounds of my own thoughts rubbing against
the most familiar neighborhood street signs.

Each day a self
I’ve never met before
glows inside my ribs.
It’s there when
I open myself to the sweet orb
of attention.
If I look.
If I listen.

Originally published in Synkroniciti Magazine.