No matter what life wrote on your pages today,
there was this, this maple glowing on the corner
of a street somewhere. It was part of today, too,
even if you didn’t see it with your own eyes
or give it a thought. It was here, radiating its glow,
causing a certain light to rise into the air, lifting
its song to a brighter scale. It helped
hold us up. All of us. And it didn’t even care
if any of us knew.