Marcy Dam

As I approached the dam
the planks of the deck steamed,
last night's rain evaporating in the sun,
creating a swirl of mist
around the feet of hikers
standing on the top of the dam.

As I drew closer I realized that
those standing on the dam
were unaware that they were standing
ankle deep in a cloud of flowing vapor.
From their position, without backlighting,
it was invisible.

How many times in life
do we stand in the midst of wonders,
great or small, unaware...
because of the limits
of our point of view.