Attention
Above the shade that slides
over the Northern hemisphere,
sunrays roam free unseen
until they strike a satellite's
hull and mark its trail.
Dust floats unnoticed in
sieved light but catches the
eye when it passes the gap
between bedroom curtains
at the start of a day in June.
Three tiny ivory white strokes
suggest a distant bell tower
beneath a diminishing break in
mulberry dark evening clouds
gathering over a Dutch heath.
If composition or effect
determine our attention, then
what about ordinary love?
Will we reflect it, when it
shines on us softly?