Laying atop, sinking in
To these soft covers
Velvety fur caresses my skin
Watching the world
Stand still.
A dark thump
Hits hard and falls.
The nothingness
That stands in its way
Reflecting light
Bouncing
Shapes
That define something
That is never
Really
There.
How many looking glasses
Stand in our way
Of moving forward
Sideways
Or around?
Pity
Is the fool
That blinds the eye
To the illusion.
Blocking
The path,
Obstacles appear
as our musings
Stand just off to the side.
It is hard not to be gulled
By the bits of nothingness
That live in thoughts
And dance pretty
Images
Of distraction
As we pull away
From seeing the truth
To the strength
We all hold inside.
Winding the handle
It cracks and pops,
As I open my tiny window.
DoRee MelNic 