By Jeanne March Davis
I was in the restroom and saw
the tiniest of sequins on a mud brown floor
having probably fallen off some young girl’s dress
and there it lay like a diamond speck—forever disconnected
from its original purpose—
to adorn what has no need of adornment
and yet like its larger, flashier counterparts
it too yielded to the laws of reflection and refraction
and gave a glimpse of something on the other side.
It lifted my soul to see it, left behind and forgotten,
still being its glorious self.
Jeanne Davis has had a long career in art, design, and history working as the curator for the uniquely charming city of Baltimore’s City Hall. “I love finding beauty in unexpected places, and have been trying to figure out how life works–what rules govern the unseen world, just as they govern the physical world–ever since I can remember.” I blog my findings on www.ripepeach.me.