to notice

 

 

our lives broaden or shrink based on what we notice 

and what we overlook. 

purposefully or not. 

because we often find what we look for. 

life comes down to noticing.

 

having eyes to see.

the light on the bare branches outside my window.

the shadows falling across the floor.

book bindings caught in sunbeams.

the scent of a candle picked out especially

for me

by my son.

 

a song that transports me back 

to a loss that still

haunts me today.

 

i cannot hear it without

growing somber.

because some things

transport you.

 

immediately the world

transforms

to a different time.

 

my coffee turns tepid

as i try to pause the

wheels in my head

long enough to catch a 

thought.

 

it's strange to think

how quickly 

zeroing in on

a scent or

a song or

a taste

triggers a specific

moment.

 

have i become blind to 

what i could see?

or have i just 

stopped looking?

 

have i lost myself?

or is this what it feels like

to be found?

 

 xoxo