The postman
was too busy
cursing the rain
to witness
the sunlight shift
into the unique refraction
of a perfect rainbow.

And while the cabby
was telephonically
berating his wife
for the latest credit card bill,
he somehow managed to miss
the fireflies capering
in the mist.

Even the farmer,
preoccupied
by his combine harvester’s
on-board computer
looked up
the second the white stag
glide past.

If your eyes are closed…
If your hand is not outstretched…
how can you expect
to catch the stardust?