What I would call a hint or a splash or a dose of irony
is what appeals to me about this.
How practiced I am at missing
how complex and intricate and multidimensional
the things of this world can be and usually are.
Coincidentally, this was brought home to me
as I attempted to write out how words
appear on my screen as the start of a poem.
The physical act of typing them out
was complex and intricate enough.
I was having trouble pronouncing
the unfamiliar terms for my very familiar fingers.
Then there was the question
of where and how the words come from in the first place.
So I turned to Jarod Anderson's in the meantime.
May our day be filled with the wonder of complexity
within the ordinary encounters.
That's what happened to me when I caught sight of
this season's first dandelion bloom.
Namaste'
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