Live in a way that lets us find them.

I’ll tell you a secret: poems hide.
In the bottoms of our shoes, they are sleeping.
They are the shadows drifting across our ceilings the moment before we wake up.
What we have to do is live in a way that lets us find them.

– Naomi Shihab Nye

This reminded me of what I wrote about remaining open to the poetry that exists in every single day.  I am grateful to have found this beautiful stanza on Barnstorming.