Beauty

Do not rush in haste
or gloom
to grasp at beauty.

Beauty’s not a gaudy sunset.
Nor the physics
of a floating sky.

Beauty is shy.
and does not show
itself so easily.

Beauty is found
in a fragile petal,
High on a rugged
mountain ledge.

Beauty is the quiver
Of a snail’s antennae,
Cosmic in the infinity
of its short silent life.

Kristine Byrne July 2021

Snail top middle of drawing.