Can you see
the exquisite symmetry
of the snowflake
in the river waters?

Can you smell
heady rosepetals
in the compost heap?

Can you hear
the nightingale sing
in winter?

Can you feel
the loving embrace
of departed
loved ones?

Yet,
you suspect
that
in the spaces between,
in the lull of the wind,
at the edge of sight
and the limit of sound
intricately encoded
all is there,
needing just
the right light
of your attention
to spring into focus.