SIGHT
I can't believe
How unobservant
You are,
He says.
The sky this morning
Rolls blue and grey
Except where the sun should rise,
Except where striations
Of purple, gold, and pink
Mute the light.
How could you
Not have noticed
That before,
He asks of something
So useful I cannot even see.
Meanwhile,
A tiny spider bounces
The tightrope of his web
And hangs a moment upside down
To shinny past
A shining drop of dew.
You never pay attention,
He says.
To see the world in a grain of sand,
I tell him.
Meanwhile, the earth ticks
And spins around us
And holds eternity
In a web of many hues.
