Look Again

Peering into a pocket of sunlight
streaming on my willing garden,
I see countless flying, buzzing, whirling creatures,
visible now with the vantage of light.
 
“I never knew they were here,” I ponder,
now eyeing shaded regions,
perceiving nothing but vacuous space.
 
How much is invisible to the eye?
How much goes unperceived in our lives?
 
Convergence of conditions, stillness,
and the will to continue looking
when there is seemingly nothing to see.

Trusting the light will unfold countless treasures,
Sit still...look..look...
Look again.