Hot Summer Nights 3

What I hope to do with the moments I am present in. I hope to have these moments, more and more until they just are. But until then, I hope:

To see the reflection of the leaves in the dog bowl

Hear the lark call to its friend

I hope to smell the crip scent of pine, expand my lungs

I hope to see the child lost in their unique wonder

Capture the shadows and the light 

I hope to find one of the infinite indiscernible facets of that moment 

tuck it away, for a future revival

to find the grace to listen to more than the words being spoken near me

It was grace that granted me a presence first