Beauty everywhere

I really do believe there’s beauty everywhere,

Though we can’t always see it.

Little miracles abound: 

I had a teacher once 

Who said just throw a hula hoop 

And then look where it falls,

And somewhere inside the arc it circumscribes 

We would find something photographable, 

Or that could be described 

In a poem, or tell a story. 

Though I outgrew the hula hoop 

My eyes still inscribe those circles…