Sometimes I wander, and,
with a bit of luck, I happen
upon a message
somebody has left behind

(A wilting posy, perhaps, or maybe
a sandcastle, fading
into the waves, or
twigs lined up on a log,
like a shrine).

“Yes,” I think.
“I feel you. You were here.”

It’s these small gestures that move me
to raise my camera,
but there is uncommon beauty found in
everyday moments too,

when life is affirmed in a whisper of light.

and This is enough for me.