Finding a Muse

by Ruhig

There is nothing quite like tipping my hat
Turning ’bout with all seen in a glance
And walking away with the slightest
Hint of something insignificant
Becoming significant
In words that roll out
To convey the beauty
Of that nanosecond sight
Of simple muse
Meandering across my heart
Through my tingling fingers
As I smile, bringing anyone’s attention
To something seen every day
But this time in a different way