we overlook such small things
rising to us in our day

a spider warming a shaft of sun
across the tile of my hall

rhythm ringing through the door
of an Appalachian forge

smell of chocolate strolling through
streets of Richmond’s Fan District

a hawk and its hunting cry
above a Hamlin cornfield

it’s while doing something else
life reaches out to us

John Hicks is a New Mexico poet and has been published by: Valparaiso Poetry Review, Blue Nib, I-70 Review, Bangor Literary Journal, First Literary Review – East, and others. He writes from northern New Mexico.