The Landscape of This Human Mind
A fresh snow falls
and blankets the meadow,
ensconcing it all
in a cottony down.
But my focus shifts to the
dark spot where
the brook has revealed
the wet black rock.
North Rim, pitch darkness.
Chilled and in awe of the edge of our galaxy.
Astonished at a front row seat on
our rocket ship through the cosmos!
The ride is interrupted.
Can’t quit looking at the
entrancing glow of his Casio.
$5 is all it takes to give up timelessness.
This mind has ten thousand eyes,
but they all have to look through
the single tiny lens of my heart.
It tints my very existence.
This morning, its crimson
renders life monochromatic.
And myopia is making it hard
to find how wonderful it all is.