Moment of Clarity

Perhaps it will happen here, when I flick the light switch,
Or now, when I glance out the window
To see a child chasing a bird down the street.
Maybe it will come with the mail
In a letter from an old beloved friend.
Or better yet, when I receive a call saying my mother is dead.
I know, I should take a walk.
It's much more likely to happen outside than in.
Maybe I'll find it in the trees
As they're blown by the wind,
Or a flower--that's what flowers are for, right?
Or maybe I'll find it here, alone, seated at my desk
When I finish this poem.
Or better yet, when I get the chance to send these words
To you.