Beauty is there offering itself
every day asking nothing
not even that you notice
the way the light shines
through dry grass at sundown
or the way shadows lay themselves across
some arrangement of sandstone boulders
or how the crisp air moves in and out
as you climb an upward trail
blue mountains to the east
falling toward nightfall
taking you with them
and the sky opening its hand
to show you this star
then this one then these
yours for the taking
take them take all you want
the pockets of beauty
are bottomless

— TR Richie
from “Works on Paper: Poems and Illustrations”