I notice the veins in leaves,
those lines that struggle to be seen,
afraid to get hidden,
by the glorious green of the leaf.

I notice the reluctance in the waves
to fall back into the sea
once they have met and tasted,
the soft silkiness of the sand.

And I notice the flicker of people's eyes when they meet someone new,
unsure, uncertain,
struggling to decide
whether this new person
will be a foe or a friend.

I notice the shadow of a smile,
when two pairs of eyes,
meet across the room, strangers
that seem to know each other,
maybe from another life.

I notice the little things.
Call me pedantic, but that is who I am.
I see that which struggles to be visible,
I see that which struggles to hide.