“For beautiful to happen the beautiful has got to be seen.”
Adam Gwon, “Beautiful” from Ordinary Days
I watch the ripples in the sand,
let the grains flow from my hand,
see them slide into a shimmering sea
to wash ashore on another land.
I look at the blades of grass
through them robin hops to pass
then calls to me from a nearby branch–
the sky above, a clear blue glass.
The beauty that has to be seen,
blue of sea and sky, and grass so green,
the beauty of the ordinary, looked at again–
remembered sights–or what might have been.
Gina at dVerse has asked us to write a poem about ordinary things. I thought back to something I wrote a while ago about ripples in sand and the scientific discoveries of Hertha Marks Ayrton, which gave me the opening. But “ordinary things” made me think of the musical Ordinary Days. My younger daughter was in it when she was a senior in college, and I got to hear her sing, “I’ll Be Here”–and tried not to sob and embarrass her. The quotation comes from the last song in the show.
