Poem: Seeing Things
this peculiar ability to discern patterns amid
chaos is the natural state of the universe or
so we say when perfection exceeds our vision of
what is possible and what is beyond mere possibility
veering into realms explored in sweaty paperbacks and sterile laboratories
where the where of who we are
in the vastness is the main and only concern for
one gets lost without an anchor to hold him
safe and far
safe and near
but always somehow safe
we say we see
how it’s all arranged