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?