May Light
The waiting room was bleak.
My gaze was held beneath the fourth floor window
on sun sparkled water beside green trees and yellow flowers.
Spots of beauty are everywhere if we open our eyes and look;
a park, stream, flower, tree, music–a dog a person.
There are no curtains in my house.
I awaken to the wind-dance of the trees, color of the sky
and light of the sun.
Our challenge in the darkest of times is to find sparks of light
no matter how small or deeply hidden
and raise them up to flare and below.
Carol Toba
May 2025