Perfect Hair

Occasionally the moment is right
And you find that glimpse of insight
That eludes most of us as we stare
Beyond what is important

Today I had breakfast in a small garden
Near a gurgling fountain
Surrounded by large Japanese maples
In ceramic pots painted in swirling colors

Today I saw commitment and love
Painted on the face of a grandfather
Reflected in the eyes of his grandson
Sitting just inches away

I listened as their conversation moved
From simple to complexity in flashes
The grandson surging forth with depth
And clarity beyond his age

And as I glanced at the maples
Wrapped in their swirling colors
I knew their beauty came
From Natures’ nurturing love

And he had perfect hair…

© 2010 Jim Cain