Beyond sight
He sees beyond the ordinary.
This insight pigeoned out of sight,
An observation of languid trees,
Tall in lines of khaki seen.
They slip on words they disallow,
Not listening as friends speak,
Shouting for quiet rather than hear
Their inconvenient truth.
He contemplates the scowl of man.
These eyes creep and crawl out,
Ants in files carrying jellied irises
In a hunt for truthful sight.
We seek to bend back joy
And preserve it for the forever.
This tunnel of light grows narrow
And soon we’ll all be inside
This gathering dark.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 29, 2020
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