I wrote a poem a few weeks ago. This one is for those of you who see just a little more than your friends. Okay, a lot more.
Alone, Recognizing Beauty
I saw beauty today.
It gave me pause.
Catching my breath
for a moment
I was transported
to a place of
meandering streams, a cold rising sun,
golden steam rising, lifting,
to touch and mingle with...
What?
Why didn't you look?
Eyes straight ahead expression closed neck stiff and unbending
Your world already
laid out and planned.
No room for beauty.
Why?
Why is it that I can
reach out and touch
breathe deeply the fragrance
stretch -
see the colors
feel the wet
taste the world
experience beauty, and dance on the dewy grass
When others build walls
Close themselves off
Surrounded in their comfortable pre-determined safety,
and maintain their steady plodding course?
Cindy Johnson, December, 2012
Alone, Recognizing Beauty
I saw beauty today.
It gave me pause.
Catching my breath
for a moment
I was transported
to a place of
meandering streams, a cold rising sun,
golden steam rising, lifting,
to touch and mingle with...
What?
Why didn't you look?
Eyes straight ahead expression closed neck stiff and unbending
Your world already
laid out and planned.
No room for beauty.
Why?
Why is it that I can
reach out and touch
breathe deeply the fragrance
stretch -
see the colors
feel the wet
taste the world
experience beauty, and dance on the dewy grass
When others build walls
Close themselves off
Surrounded in their comfortable pre-determined safety,
and maintain their steady plodding course?
Cindy Johnson, December, 2012
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