The Joy of Unseen Things
Unseen things in the air surround her
Like hummingbirds, too fast to notice,
Bringing beauty, colour, life.
Carrying her thoughts on the wind,
Casting daydreams in the air.
It is the smile on a stranger’s face,
Not knowing the reason,
The music in your head from nowhere,
The game that only makes sense
To the child playing.
In the sea, the sky, the stars,
She catches a glimpse
In the corner of her eye,
Future joys on their way,
Unseen, unheard. Felt forever.
I appreciate how you captured it is not our right to know the why of these unseen things, even when there’s something to see. Good poem. Thank you.