It happens in the early evening
When the stars are not quite shining
It happens when the moon is rising
And the night has not yet begun.
It happens when the planets sparkle
And children recede behind the veil of slumber.
It never happens while you're watching
Like the pot that will not boil.
We all look the whole world over
To seek the place we've never left.
The only truth to be discovered
Is right outside your front porch steps.
It happens while the paint is drying
And only you can hear the sound.
It always happens to those among us
Who search for mystery on common ground.
12/24/2016
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