I C(atc)hing
Because the angles are right —
morning sun to frozen snow cover,
frozen snow cover to me —
sun, snow, eyes
triangulate
a first-ever perception:
every tiny snow crystal
becomes its own prism,
shifting glints of bluegreenorangered
carpeting the white expanse.
Sometimes
seeing is a matter
only
of what catches your eye
— inner or outer —
and the angle between your self
and the world.
2.
First and Last
On the first morning
of the first day ever,
the first eyes opened
— light! —
and for the first time saw.
And living began.
(goldsunblueskybrownearthclearwater)
On the last evening
of the last night ever,
the first eyes closed
— dark! —
for the last time.
And living ended.
(????)
Make every morning
the first.
I C(atc)hing
Because the angles are right —
morning sun to frozen snow cover,
frozen snow cover to me —
sun, snow, eyes
triangulate
a first-ever perception:
every tiny snow crystal
becomes its own prism,
shifting glints of bluegreenorangered
carpeting the white expanse.
Sometimes
seeing is a matter
only
of what catches your eye
— inner or outer —
and the angle between your self
and the world.
2.
First and Last
On the first morning
of the first day ever,
the first eyes opened
— light! —
and for the first time saw.
And living began.
(goldsunblueskybrownearthclearwater)
On the last evening
of the last night ever,
the first eyes closed
— dark! —
for the last time.
And living ended.
(????)
Make every morning
the first.
Yeah. I have to let myself keep seeing.
That was so beautiful, Elaine. I am so glad you got to rock and sip tea and daydream. What a perfect moment.
Hmmmmm interesting !!!