Seeking Beauty
It has rained. Shall I take my camera
And dogs out when the sand is wet
And the sky is dark? What could I
Gain from such a day? What thoughts
Could rise from the mist enshrouding
The Mountain? If I say to myself
There is no point going if my
Day won’t produce beauty,
I will doubt activity of any sort.
I will understand why some put
Bullets through such thinking.
If I embrace the dread and
Take my camera or pen
Into the dark of such
A day, stand as the rain
Pours; look up until
My eyes fill,
If that isn’t
Beauty, beauty
Has probably
Past by.
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