Vision

And when the world's conceit got walking
There was nothing left to see
Just an owl or two
And a few crocodiles
Eating clocks to stop time fly
The worms woke up
Blunt and pointed diggers
Creating tunnels and caverns
That made plants so happy
And when the world's conceit got walking
The trees breathed heavy sighs
Of relief as birds and squirrels and...
Tickled their branches
Their roots
And the moon smiled
Glowing nature's wakefulness
Thinking this festival for her
And when the world's conceit got walking
There was nothing left to see
Conceit woke their busyness
Noticing nothing in nature
The moon blinked away
Waiting to rise in fullness
Though fully present
Waiting
Nature
Waiting
There was nothing left to see.

Denis Streeter  6/17/12