I cry at beauty
and, at times,
chuckle along with it.
Beauty not just seen
but heard, smelled, tasted,
shared with, lived with,
taught by, raised from,
suffered from, used,
and abandoned.
And forgiving.
A simple mystery.
Tangible and ethereal.
Innocuous and overwhelming.
Constant and evolving.
Literal and subjective.
Concrete and nebulous.
Me and the world,
if I so choose.
If it so chooses.