Missing Glances

 

Most of us are content

glancing—

a mother holds her young daughter’s hand,

crossing the street.

 

Our mind registers—

oh, a mom walks her young daughter

across the street.

 

We glance, but we do not see—

how proud the little girl is

skipping in her new cherry-red shoes,

with the black buckle;

her mom, someplace else,

oblivious to her daughter’s song.

 

We talk of visiting

the ruins in the Yucatan

or Aurora Borealis’

electric skies.

 

But why talk of going far—

when we hardly see

what’s across the street?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Meditation Painting – Green Tara Creating The Aurora Borealis by Laura Iverson