mortalpractice:

Everything Important

happens behind my back.
Water lilies open, then close.
Nations are born. Friends up and leave
their sturdy bodies. The stonechat takes flight.
A son learns to whistle. A daughter finds
the greatest common factor, then falls
in love. One morning the leaves
are off the elm and halfway down the block.
And in the spring, however faithfully I check
for the first bloom along the secret alley
of camellias, I will be looking away,
will see them only once they’re a jostling palaver
of pink and white, so impossible a brightness
I will forget to be disappointed.

— Catherine Abbey Hodges, Instead of Sadness