Selfie

Blinded by the world around,
By the stream, the mountains,
Embraced by your own unbound
Scrim, wasn’t it enough, that silky whim,
That glare across the foothill’s face,
To satisfy your need for light,
For altitude and grace?
Why stoop so low
To our matted place,
To our numb show,
With your elevated sense
Of colors, clouds, and height,
Where, without our help, the immense
Would have brought you, unsurpassed,
All the reveries you sought, unasked?

August 19th & 20th, 2025, Rosebud