--Booooing--
Because too much
of this difficult thing
--Splat--
called life,
can sour the perception
--gazebo?--
of what we're looking at.
--Grog--
It's the unexpected moment of grace within the boundaries of constant,
continuous,
contrived
--gloopy--
and consuming existance,
that can salvage our motivation,
our goodwill
and our hearts.
--Spa-tang--

I've chosen ridiculous words
because I cannot write down
the way a cello played
sweetly within an orchestra
moves me to compassion.
Life is the difficult, the malicious, the overpowering
thing we see it as.
But it is also the moment
of a fading leaf in warm sunshine,
twisting in the autumn breeze
that brings the scent of cinnamon rolls.

It is also that, whether you can see it
or just remember.