poetry.

in my day to day happenings, there have recently been many things that have caught my eye in this world.
were they always there? is it just that i have only begun to engage my senses and notice things? i am not sure.

this morning when i woke up i lay still in bed, not thinking, just listening. and what i heard captivated me. a few birds, of different varieties it seemed, were speaking with one another. it may sound ridiculous, but it seemed perfectly obvious to me (and anyone else who may have been listening) that they were in conversation. one high-pitched chirp here, a guttural coo there, a series of harsh squarks, and i was intrigued.

but it wasn't just that occurrence that revealed poetry in a tangible form to me.

it was the fog that lined my window when i woke up in the middle of the night, a tangled pattern woven by droplets running down the pane.

it was the crop of sour grass i noticed on the way to my parent's the other day, and the memories of eating it as a child, even though i have no recollection of it ever tasting nice.

it was being exposed to some new beautiful music, that made me think "this is so me right now", and feeling the acoustic melodies manifesting my emotions from thin air.

it was seeing someone who i had known always as a child, and realising that they were well and truly grown up. it had all happened before my eyes, but had gone unnoticed for a time.

it was staring out the window at work to a grey city in the early morning, and recognising at once all the promise, and horror, that the world held. the rain began to fall in a pristine sequence, and i let it be.

it was the redness of the sunset shining through the fluffiest clouds yesterday afternoon, contrasting with the blue sky and reminding me of a joni mitchell song where we only know things by how we look at them. when we look at things in a different way, we really don't know them at all.

its all these little things that go unseen as we go about our days. but now, my eyes are open, and i am enjoying the view.
pure poetry.