some days
i look out at the trees and clouds and
sky, and see blue
*
other days i look
down at my feet and the earth
and see the rust
*
it’s all beautiful
the house where I grew up
and the clouds
Sometimes I catch myself dreaming of far away things that I don’t see what’s at my feet right here and right now.
(On the grounds of the Woodmere Art Museum there is installed a rather large slate patio, each piece of which is unique and interestingly beautiful. I took several pictures there and meditated on this one.)
