SEEING

SEEING

Seeing is a touching.

To look towards blue, to glance

with eyes' intelligence

along a sun-etched cloud

is to fly

where light birds wander,

freed upon unbounded sky.

Vision is a travelling. To gaze

towards growing dusk, roving

to the rim of sight,

where earth shape meets sky space,

is to glide

across the curved earthface,

journeying with the fall of darkness.

Perception is connection. To see our star,

reddened and descending

behind the silhouettes of trees

that shiver with the day's last breeze,

is to ride

a fragment of the spiral of all time,

companioned by this wandering world;

is to see

Earth following its sun

through illimitable

regions of reality.