There is a delicacy in nature -- the hummingbird at the feeder, the gecko's flicking tongue, the textured sand after a shower. There is a power too -- awesome and ominous, booming and cascading across the night. I think of lines from a poem of Grace Schulman, a poem called In Place of Belief:
...I would eavesdrop, spy,
and keep watch on the chance, however slight,
that the unseen might dazzle into sight.