Abundant
It fills our streets
Blown around by the wind
Or splashed by fast cars
Don’t blink
It’s in the brief moments
Before and during
The familiar and the strange
Greet each other
You might miss it
It’s in the gleam of knowing eyes
In the air that fills lungs
Inhaled for life
And then expelled
Back into the ether
It weaves its way
In and around
Filling spaces of
Intentions and actions
Of the moving and the still
Of the enduring
And the eroding
As equally sought after
As it is misclassified
Misattributed
And overlooked
Eternally demanded
And damned
Noticing beauty
Takes a keen mind
Sharing it
Takes love
And creating it…
That takes courage