2. Wonder
In my soul is an arrow
that soars through the air
oh the purple sky catches it with golden wind
and arms of silver
I can’t help but gasp at the beauty around
in the nature that I’ve been given but hadn’t
found until it shoved itself in my face
when I needed it most
nature never used to impress me.
I hate the bugs, the beetles that crawl on my feet
the fear of fire ants and poison ivy
and ticks, oh God, ticks
and the sun beating down and burning me
just like the fire ants might!
no, nature never impressed me.
but to open your eyes is to see the creation
for all that it is
to wake up and smell all the sunshine through cracks in windows
to see humanity living and breathing
existing
searching for joy
like a race
when really, there’s plenty for all.
oh, how I wonder at all of this
and
wonder.
and it’s not just in nature
I find this feeling
I see it in electricity struggling in the old lamp in my room
in the colorful patterns of my new dress
in vibrations of guitar strings and
cups of macaroni that make a meal in 3.5 minutes and
a child’s laugh and
my friend’s beautiful sculptures and
ambient paintings and
antidepressant medications and
how my brothers look just like my father and
a 500-page book of philosophy
so many tiny signs that life is worth living
that beauty is everywhere — I know
it’s cliche —
but have you ever stopped to see
to really see
?
I am broken inside many days of the week
but it’s hard to stay sorrowful when
there are so many things to
wonder about
to wonder at
to wonder how
so many complex things can
come together
to bring peace.