I am continually amazed

I am continually amazed
Christopher Bogart

I am continually amazed by beauty
in nature each day.
I am fascinated by variety,
by variability, by complexity,
by simplicity,
the depth of visible attributes
of movement
within the continued flux of time.

Like looking at the sky, lined with
linen white clouds that glide
over surfaces of pale blue seas,
new green leaves that seem to shimmer,
to move in unison, to rustle
independently
in the slightest of winds.

I am amazed at the very sound of rustle,
like the sound of leaves,
suspended from slender stems,
that twist and turn
but never break,
sway to an almost arbitrary rhythm within
the wind, equally arbitrary, that
blows them about.

And as I watch,
I think now
of that word and
I look up,
beyond the dancing leaves,
to clouds that have reformed, again
now, a new terrain
of billowy white
moves across the sky,
the impossibly blue backdrop
which my brain knows is atmosphere
but my heart feels the feeling atmosphere
and hope, I, my soul
is the backdrop of familiar forevers.

I wish that I could join those new green leaves
and dance with them to the slightest of tunes.
I wish that I could stare as time ticks by.
I wish that I could fly with each and every cloud
and capture them within my arms, my mind,
to wrap them deep within the sleeping of my dreams.