Limited Vision

I can see 

through the far 

arched window 

nodding leaves 

and bright limbs 

rising over my 

popsicle-stick 

fence. 

I can see 

shimmering, 

blue heat 

rising like oil 

thrust high into 

the empty 

glimmering sky; 

But from this comfortable, dark room, 

confined by dimly glowing walls, 

soft light melting 

through heavy drapes, 

I cannot see 

the whole picture: 

The insect 

trembling on the vine; 

the hungry finch darting, 

or the hawk, 

rising on invisible gyre, 

soaring beyond 

my limited vision.

photo Copyright (c),© 2003-2007 by Soleil Lapierre