I write poems to keep beauty alive
Although in truth
I feel that beauty can live well enough
Without us

It is for us that I really write
I fear we may be losing its scent
Caught up in our doingness
Preoccupied with all that must be attended to
Lost in the helter skelter of it all
I fear we may be losing the art
Of courting beauty
For its own sake
And for the sake of our soul

This kind of beauty cannot be bought or sold
It is not available on demand
You can’t even find it if you look for it
In fact very few even know of its existence
It is like air, invisible but essential for life
I write for that essence

In many ways
I write about beauty to keep us alive.

Photo by Mak on Unsplash