a thousand mysteries {poetry thursday}

we have a tendency

to seek the extraordinary,

dismissing the mundane.

why revel at a puddle

when waterfalls roar,

tumbling down hillsides,

or stare at moss

when mighty redwoods

converse with the stars?

but even a single blade of grass

contains a thousand mysteries

and the stone you stubbed your toe on

is older than you can comprehend.

*Photo credit: 11 PM Photograpy, aka my husband. :)