A fan called me.
She had recently read one of my poems,
and she wanted to know
how I would define beauty.
I told her that, “Mankind has tried to quantify
this very concept since alpha, day one!”
I joked that I would write a piece,
said I'd do my best to describe beauty,
goes something like this…
eh hmmm…
To the crackhead,
a new pipe, carefully crafted
is a thing a beauty.
Especially if it's got crack in it.
To the dung beetle,
a steaming pile of excrement
is a thing of beauty.
The more pungent, the more beautiful.
To the monk,
a single blade of grass
may have the answers
to eternal beauty.
To the rich,
numbers arranged on a screen,
and their mastery of them
is a thing of beauty.
To the poet,
words arranged on a page,
even just the look of it,
is a thing of beauty.
To the starving man,
a sandwich
tastes better than any meal he can remember,
and is a thing of beauty.
But to me,
you,
and the hope that you bring,
are truly
beautiful.