Looking out the window,

across the tops of buildings

and trees

the street lined with cars

some passing, turning,

sky aching

casting the light in long shadows across

ground covered in cement,

–how else could you explain that shade of blue,

so endless and full and stirring,

like there are no words

nothing compares to this, a deep sensing–

the clouds giving way to each other

improvising their dance across the sunlight,

a bird flies low on the horizon,

I can and did notice, with wonder,

put in my place so softly and suddenly

I hardly notice, never thought to resist,

That all this beauty

is for itself,

and I am only part of the dance.

Like the stage is set and even the clouds play their part,

with no audience.

Is it possible now, to hold the wonder

and dance at the same time?

Oh, let me try.