What We See

 "I have always maintained that if you look closely enough you can see the wind; the dim-hardly-made-out, fine debris fleeing high in the air". Stewart Edward White

Then fling away, oh blinding scales

 And let me see what sight unveils

For I would like to learn to see

The 'what is right in front of me'

Ah, see time’s colors; how they splay

While shaping miracles from clay

Dare I to pass without a glance

Where a wide world of wonders dance?

Forbid it that I serve a lord

Bent on dull dollars for reward

Then forgetting to truly see

The 'what is right in front of me'

Gift-wrapped beauty in rich supply

Waits, waits to awe the Seeing Eye

Nature, a painter with no brush

Does not wait long, nor does she rush

For no stage, page, platform or screen

Offers to us such relished scene

As that long second look we take

Across dusk’s fading, jaded brake

Thus, here and now, house, field or street

God gives to all a front row seat

Oh, then let us never forget

That what we see is what we get

© Janet Martin