It Happens

It Happens
like sunshine behind
light rain
you may not notice its heat
right away
you may not notice the light at all
but there it is
making diamonds
out of every drop

It Happens
like color
that splashes
onto a wall
changing plain
to magnificent

It Happens
Slow like
the pink the grows
and shrinks
behind orange and blue
jagged lines
a sight you could miss
if you looked away
or became distracted
for even a second

Dripping slowly like fig jam
soaking through toast
It Happens

If you asked me before
or if you asked me after
the answer would be the same

that tender
taste of
love
is sweetest
when its ripe
and falls
on its own