The light slipping through the cracks,
making ordinary objects glow
is, perchance,
there to give us pause,
to whisper, “Notice this,
there is a small miracle here.”
Everyday inattentiveness
is an unkindness we inflict
on a world of color
where we choose to see gray.
There is music in small spaces,
stars that shine in dark corners,
whether or not we hear,
whether or not we see.
The time has come to look up,
to listen for what is quiet,
to notice small miracles.