Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Sight unseen

never wanted or
couldn't have turned
my head and glance away


so difficult to do
when there's no escape
from the sight unseen...
when bestowed the fly's
multifaceted pair of eyes


only one thing to do
when what isn't yet
or what's been again
grabs on to shoulders
whispers, shakes, then screams


they are the twinkles
that have traveled in time
in dark and cold and space
to show a figure drawn out
from dot to star to dot
penned upon cosmic sheets


they lurk in the ordinary
the everyday happenings
to be swallowed up unless
the sight's net plunges in
and pulls them safely
to digesting discernment


only then the pattern's path
unfolds the fern's bracket
in the warm Spring of view


only then are scriptures spared
and numbers flow freely
through the pollen laden air


never wanted or
couldn't have turned
away and missed the sight











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