The Difference of a Year

I’ve seen the shift a minute makes
For lifetimes, maybe more.
The way the ever temp’ring tide
Brings change upon the shore.
The movement of a grain of sand
Exponential, collective, in time.
Sand slips through the hourglass,
While we’re gifted with the sublime.
It’s always there for us to see.
To feel and breathe and taste.
But amidst the world‘s abundance,
We miss it in our haste.
We have a choice to slow things down,
Take in each precious detail.
Stare out the window, smell the rose,
Or respond to that one last email.
And then, the gifts that feel like thorns,
We must touch to grow and learn.
The secret no one tells you is
There’s treasure in the burn.
Seeking, ever seeking,
I watch these mysteries unfold.
Celebrating the lessons of each day,
As I mark another year bold.