Point of View.
I imagine there are points of view less painful.
More positive.
More sure.
But this one’s mine!
And for all my great desire to turn around
and find some other place to look,
I cannot…
Because this point of view,
this one that’s mine,
it gets stuck on the fact that it can imagine
more things than I can ever know.
That it can dream things that cannot be -
That it can need things
that I can never have.
Change it?
I’d be glad to!
But then who would think these things?
Perspective.
Sometimes I think there are patterns we cannot see!
Patterns too large for simple explanations,
too large, even for discovery,
except in that rarest of instances when we step outside the inside track –
They are Patterns far flung…
separated by such stretches of time and viewpoint,
that they can only appear to us as singular events –
odd sightings and such…
Odd, perhaps, and outside our view!
But patterns nonetheless!
Part of the Great tapestry that extends out past the senses –
Out past eyesight,
Earshot –
and the brief achievements made by man!