It was everywhere…

In the air,

on the surface of leaves.

Streaming down the street

into potholes.

It was in the exhale

of runners on the road.

It was like the mist, gentle yet

undeniable.

She wondered why

some still

could not see it.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

 

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “It was everywhere…

  1. It’s a poem that makes me wonder what ‘it’ is. It could be anything, really. Somehow it makes me think if light and happiness. Sometimes we can’t see it because we are caught up in the every day routine that we take, stuck in a cycle we can’t seem to get out of.

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