Reading harold_maude's journal

Turn the glass
round and round
look through
and see the world
for the hundreth time
or the first.

Pull it close
the prisimatic orb
and tell me
what you see.
Purples and greens
bouncing
singing
in time
and out again
as you move your head.

Open a window
close your eyes
feel your senses
let them take hold
give you wings
give you clues
to who you are
and where you've come from.

The face in the glass
your reflected eye
look deeper
and remember.
Your only seeing
on place
one time
at a time
maybe if
we could see
like bees
and other flying insects
it would make more sense
making us feel
not so lost
or so alone
trapped in a shell
that at least for now
we
with trepidation
call home.