storm (poem)

In all of life’s contrived and extraordinary mysteries,
lurks the quietly beautiful allure of serendipity.
Those magic moments where the unexpected becomes conscious.
The accelerated awareness of the beauty that cyclones around us constantly.
Our trivial days wallowing in the blinding center of it all.
Unaware of the storm.
Unaware of the sheer magnitude of possibility that lies behind
every morsel, sip, and aroma of its intoxicating breeze