I am looking for beauty
amongst the fray,
in the flickers of ugliness
put up for display,
in the horrors of
the nightly news and the
streaming of perversity across
the waves that crash across
our humanity in the
living of each day.

I am seeking beauty and
so I walk away,
not to the face
of cruelty,
prejudice,
and deceit,
but to the ordinary things
that touch me pure each day.

I walk to the pleasure of
a smile,
a warm hug,
a gallery of expression,
a sharing of life, community
food,
tenderness,
a place for me under an ancient tree,
where I am grounded and can
look out to the limitless sky
of sunsets, dawns, stars,
sun, moon,
with the soundtrack of life’s touch, of birds,
the song of the wind,
and return with a pen in hand
to write of beauty,
felt, undisturbed.

 

21/9/2025