Large as life, fly spec yet am I .
View, as though from great distance,
close as the pore on a face,
better than wall-size HD TV.
The fly seemed normal in size;
saw him up close only once.
Now, still, great vistas pass.
Outside in sun, dried up would I .
In dark of night, time, much time,
without sleep, and all that's left,
stillness, thought and emotion with
next day dawning as another aeon.
Night again approaching, calm, I sigh,
ready to catch last breeze from within.
Having waited patiently through the day,
filled with clamor, affectation & nothing talk,
this dust mote moves on . . . . .
--4/8/07
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, May 25, 2007
Fly spec .

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