
Some of what we love
we
stumble upon —
a purse of gold thrown on the road,
a poem, a friend, a
great song.
And more
discloses itself
to us —
a well among green hazels,
a nut thicket —
when we are worn
out searching
for something quite different.
And more
comes to us,
carried
as carefully
as a bright cup of water,
as new
bread.
~ Moya Cannon ~
(The Parchment Boat, 1997)