Flowing

There is beauty in the swan flowing with the grace and smoothness of slow motion softness. I look around and see beauty in harsh light of a sunset or the roar of a jet flying just above the surface of the desert at dawn. I find grace in the quick wit of a friend and the image of a woman on fire stomping the floor and letting it all go to the scream of a hard rock outlaw. If I look deep enough I may just find something worthwhile within my mind and maybe I just have.