The very air we breathe
Is pregnant with reality
Accepted thinness, only leased
Like melting ice cream and tidal seas
So clad our minds so scantily
With what we say is real
We find no vast profundity
In things we touch and feel
The daily bread forgetfully
Until our taste is gone
The daily sights regretfully
Until our eyes are dim
The daily greetings fretfully
Until our mouths are numb
The daily voices hurridly
Until our we hear no din
Then mute, in silence, blinded, bland
We see into a curtained world
One with untold wonders
Just around a silent bend
Everywhere we see His hand
God is not hiding world
We do not want to see the thunders
That every day He sends
In things we touch and feel
We find no vast profundity
With what we say is real
So clad our minds so scantily
Like melting ice cream and tidal seas
Accepted thinness, only leased
Is pregnant with reality
The very air we breathe

08/12/2005

Author's Note: For David who helped me see that form, helps poems to make sense to readers.

Posted on 08/12/2005
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