somewhere
after a rainstorm
leaves are drifting down
from an old tree
the leaves fall flat on the pavement
and are no longer red or gold
but pale and broken
nevertheless
in the sun’s sudden light
they are a vision
of gold-flecked beauty
somewhere
a child is born
who is welcomed
or regretted
or something in between
who through an alchemy
of fate and circumstance
may change the world
for the better
somewhere
a dragonfly darts past
the eyes of a passerby
who stops to watch the flash of wings
and the changing iridescent rainbow of colors
while elsewhere
a spider remains in a corner of a room
because its intricate web proves
too beautiful for a sweeper
to sweep away
and wherever
and whoever
is reading my attempt
at a poem about wonder
i hope your heart will bloom
before such miracles too