It is always rewarding when I come across a poem I’ve jotted on some scrap of paper or the back of an envelope. It’s just fun to see that I’ll write anywhere and any time at all. Even if I don’t have a notebook. It’s stuff to cherish, even if it’s not particularly good to start with. I’ve seen what later polishing can do with a bit that was merely okay when I first scribbled it. Here’s an unnamed poem that sprung from a meditation. I found it on the back of the envelope used to mail my dental records after my dentist retired:

Glistening, trembling, dancing
Leaves shadows in my window
The winds know light’s glow.