Quiet pools of sunlight on dew latent ground mid afternoon,
when there is a slight chance of precipitation and clouds are expected
when gentle breezes turn the tide to fall in crescent moons
when food is plenty for children holding silver spoons.

Somewhere across the vast and vanishing world,
past the roaring babble and meaningless chatter
and far off looks and abandoned ideas,
curiosity.
But it lies at the window
while all eyes are on the door.