When I point

out to you that

the flat face of the lake’s water in
stillness is made suddenly
more striking for how a wind

just now, coming, spoils it,
I have in mind
only how even a least

disturbance, strangely
heightening a thing’s
beauty, can at last

define it.

– Carl Phillips, from "Words of Love" (with thanks to GrowingOrbits and lifeframebyframe)