Look.
We make so many plans
we forget to look for the unplanned.
Forget to sit still unnoticed
that we might see what comes to us.
Forget to turn around 360 degrees,
to look behind, and under rocks.
Behind our hopes or dashed expectations
to see what might be veiled.
What might belie appearance
to reveal their silver linings.
The gold standard
is not all its made out to be.
Sometimes silver as a shade
serves us better.
Contentment with what comes
as well as what we bring about.
For we don’t always know what
it is that we need.
But the universe at our feet and head
visits each day
to bring us what we haven’t yet seen.
Could not even imagine.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
December 2018
Living Tree Poetry 