Of all the things
the beautiful things
that can be come across
on this earthly realm
the renewability
of a soul
past despair to triumphs measured
in the small turnings
of one’s view
Yet huddled closely to the rectangle of light
we submerge ourselves
within the pixelated
comings and goings
while birds fly by with opportunity
and the magic of the moment
that lies beyond the window
and sits beside you
yearning to be inquired about
intrigued with
or simply acknowledged
rather than skimmed
with viewing as if watching several simultaneous
lives and missing
the completeness
of even one.
It looks so real until the battery runs out.
But then true discovery begins
Of that which is without
And within.
(2.2015 JETodd)
Thin Tin String 