Water runs along the gutter
down the drain
into the sewer
I don’t need to see it
to know that it is there
taking our waste away
The same way
my heart beats at 60bpm
moving blood through me
I do not see the work
that brings electricity
into my home
Or understand how
I can send a text to another country
in a matter of seconds
But I take great joy in
what I receive from
all these invisible workings
Clean city streets
Love to share
Connections
[Prompt 2: The joy of unseen things.]
I love this poem. Clean, clear and a trio of important unseen things 🙂