We search our surroundings in our working house
Though were not aware that were searching
Things enter though sight, hearing and small
Things we judge good and things we ignore

You’ll stare too long at a fine looking person
A flowers fragrance might reach your nostrils
Suddenly you’re in love with a flower
Whose name you’ll make a point of knowing

The title of a book might catch your eye
The river why, a dance to the music of time
You might overhear an adage so true
You’ll store it in your brain for future use.

Until one day or year you discover
That all those bits of information
Fit nicely under the rules of attraction
As well as the rules of loving and living.

Thought you might be stymied if asked to name them
Like the fishermen who shrugged his shoulders
When someone asked him why he fishes

You’ve been gathering truths to enhance your life
Stored in a knowledge you’re hardly aware of
Each of us is a solitary being
Searching for others to share our lives.