Anticipation

Our daily experiences bear no resemblance
to what we had anticipated—Kenko

Take to life with a jeweler’s loupe:

to look only at each brush stroke,
the degradation of a pigment, centuries

old, the thinnest vein on David’s hand,
the softer dots of Signac’s Seine Steamer,

to crawl inside a secret conversation
between childhood friends, whispered,

to be the hiccup, soundwave, post giggle,
to ride a bumble bee in an orange grove,

in full bloom, to inhabit the smallest space,
as if we own the whole world.