There is much to love in this world,
and much I’ve never seen, but can guess
easily has to be spectacular —
between two large stones and nowhere else,
opening green mouths like fledglings
these tongues of blue-purple violets.
The news occupies itself with danger
and terrible weather and leaders lying
straight-faced. You can have all of that.
A robin touches down, hopping across
the grass, not afraid of me.
This is a tender moment.
If you care to look for these moments,
sense a blush of sunrise; lilacs odors;
rain falling just enough, not more,
not less; a crow cocking its head
suspicious of the silence; or
violets returning every year.
--- Martin Willitts, Jr