And the image over-sharpened
But I like the way
The soft light plays
Casting shadows from the leaves
No, the words are there
They are always there
But I cannot hear them
Cannot see them
And so the world seems grey
Sounds like white noise
The guileless hum
Of a refrigerator
Tree leaves sway
On subtle
Breeze
Quiet reigns
On mindful
Day
I feel it
Creeping up
From behind
Feel it
Entering me
Affecting me
But in the mirror
The effects of time
Are too subtle
Too slow
I came here
Enthralled
Thirty-five years ago
Wide-eyed country boy
Glass and steel
In perfect lines
Rose above
The waters tread by commerce
Up the hill
And through the woods
Round corners
Through the trees
Over roots and rocks
But the wisest insights always come
When I turn away from all of these
And simply listen to the voice within
Which resonates best with my body