Fixation

If my eyes are fixed

On the shimmering of leaves and sunlight floating

Against the infinite blue,

It seems a mystery what faculty

Suspends colorful clusters in the air

And maybe that’s okay

 

If my eyes are fixed

On the unmoving pillar of bark plunging

Into a sea of earthen waves

And grassy blades

It is easily forgotten what a colorful offering

These intent, steady limbs

Hoist up to the heavens;

And I ...

Can’t float or sway

Against the infinite blue,

Become anchored,

Imprisoned behind bars,

Behind the barky pillars

Of rigidity

 

For though I have feet

I cannot stand without purpose,

Lifeless as a stump

With nothing to reach for,

Nothing to grasp and hoist to the heavens