ManicDDaily

Mined

Crystallized clots of gritted ice
collated by plow,
queue like geodes on display
along the valley road.

Snow truly does
sparkle; another instance
of the heady availability
of beauty
that we humans have
at our hand’s eye–

and I wonder, as I wonder at
great stretches of iridescence,
whether it’s not the plant in us
that is so awed by diamonds–that part evolved
from what seeks water, thirsts
for sun,
and whether poets shouldn’t always describe jewels
as glistening like snow,
gems glimmering like
a river; some form of H2O wearing the diadem
rather than the reverse–

Some will disagree,
humans having developed a greed
beyond the most rapacious weed.

Still, this, I say (if only
to myself):
watch
when you turn on the tap;
catch
those flashes of splash;
hold a glass
to the sunlight;
drink deep.

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Posted a little late for Real Toads Tuesday Open Platform, hosted by the wonderful Marian Kent.  I wasn’t quite able to take the picture I wanted due to the cold!