by Christina Hubbard
It hits me. Beauty is a fixed point in an ever-gesticulating world.
Everyone is trying to tell me something
I don’t know.
It’s not necessary, I assure them.
I saw the still frost lie in wait
On rooftop tiles until
The sun rose and warmed them.
Less than an hour it was,
As construction workers jack-hammered
Down the street
Tearing down something to build more.
All the while, I frivolously watched frost fade.
We think we have to answer all the asks.
As noise rattles our bones.
We’d do better to be still and know
Thanks be to God.
This post is written in conjunction with Five Minute Friday‘s one-word prompt: BEAUTY.