Drift Seeds
At a stoplight entering downtown
on a late afternoon in May
I spot downy drift seeds floating from the sky.
At this intersection
old majestic trees give way
to stone, steel, and brick.
I do not know the origin of these fluffy orbs of life
or even what they will grow to be.
I only know they cause me to pause and wonder.
Do the other passengers and drivers and walkers
see with the same eyes and heart?
Will the stoplight camera on the corner
capture this unfolding of life?
All around, so much that we take for granted.
Life continues to open and close as a breath,
indifferent to the pavement or time or passerby.
