slivers of light, blossoming blue-green and lavender
in rippling paths,
a wet veil of wonder, and I wander
in this place
in awe of what is seen–ever aware of the greater unseen.
Can I still stare at the miracles even if I don’t understand?
Can I still sigh glory even when I know reflection covers hidden darkness?
In this moment, I breathe many yeses,
and in this moment, it is enough.