At First

It does not appear to be there,
Without reflection,
Or some contemplation,
It just isn’t there.

It’s like a low flying hawk in the sky,
Or an oak tree in a pine forest,
A phalanx of fish just below the surface,
Or a lioness lurking the brown Sahara.

But if one looks deeper,
Below the flash of the obvious,
The evident sounds and smells of life,
It is there.