What Lies Hidden

Tonight I walked the often traveled streets of the neighborhood,
The air of spring alive, foretastes of summer emerging
Through a palette of pink above that hazy outline of the Olympics,
As if to say: See, the seasons really do change.
Behind the sheets of grey hanging over that sky,
Is something as beautiful and free as the miraculous sky at sunset–
Your life, so often hidden behind such sheets of grey,
Is no less miraculous than that sky.
Listen to the tides as they turn, the seasons as they shift.
Let the clouds, a cover for your once fragile heart, let them go,
And stand where you are, as you are:
A living, breathing frontier of uncontainable, even unnamable beauty.