Have you noticed?

third year caela gray

photo by avni ahuja

When the moon descends her celestial throne and blond shadows unhurriedly trace 

 Calligraphy around the room. Squinting open curtains,

You begrudgingly mumble Hello to the world. 

When lassitude leaves sullen imprints,

Blatantly cratering a stranger’s soul,

You glance away and wonder about dinner.

When ambition strips away pleasure, play, kindness,

And a golden future fades to silhouettes,

Your victory lies closer to vainglory than triumph.

But,  

 If when morning comes, you remember the marvel of sun rays kissing skin,

 If when an aching spirit catches your eye, you hold their gaze with a compassionate nod,

 If when good intentions give way to ephemeral whims, you return to humble roots,

  You might discover that

To live openly under a heavy world

Is a worthy purpose and

Miracles 

are not so hard to find after all.