Sometimes I live my life as if you weren’t a miracle
Dejected shuffle over asphalt lines connecting A to B
as if the raucous bleat of my alarm was an oracle
foretelling the annoyance another day would see
Sometimes I vegetate as if you weren’t ingenious
as if there were anything half as astounding
as what’s massaging the air between us
sometimes I chalk you up to an error of rounding
But there are sheaves of notes in forgotten nooks
with sparks within to set a star ablaze!
Worlds of longing in quick averted looks
that could birth new loves if they lingered today!
Sometimes I walk right past all your beauties
‘Til the profound swells up in my soul
and abashedly I remember my duty
To bridge what should be to what shall
