Single drops of mindfulness,
nothing exists but the rain
in molecules suspended,
clinging to the present,
an amnesia of pain.
Reflections of the now
that surround as pieces
to the whole,
the tiniest spider
inside a flower
a single strand of silk
webbing hope.
The world does not stand still,
it simply dissolves;
even the blazing sunset
ensconces in a single leaf
fallen.
Sometimes peace
is too big of a thing
to be able to grasp onto,
and so nature scatters
daily treasures
for us to collect
as truths,
trinkets for lockets
to garnish hearts
with intended protection
when the showers
feel drowning
and the sunsets
remind too much
of losses.
There is simply beauty
in this moment
offered as solace:
hone your sight
to find and focus on
that instant of inner
silence.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
