Beauty from the small and transitory

Cool water in a small teacup on a hot day.
Trees swaying and leaves rustling in the wind.
Sound of cicadas in a mid-summer garden.
Waft of wisteria on the breeze under a pergola.
Velvety petals of lamb’s ear along the path.

Indistinguishable

Sky meets ocean.
Where does one end and one begin?
Fantasy meets reality.
Where does one end and one begin?
Unable to distinguish them,
I soar into the sky when I want to walk into the ocean.