Just a Matter of Perspective

 

 

Imagining Another World

I walked the lane today,
I seldom miss the opportunity,
I’ve come to know it well, though
not every blade of grass or weedy arm
is known to me.

I miss the sky and landscape,
for it’s safer to look down.
The lane is not a racer’s track,
but a 4-wheel drive delight, and
I go slow.

I notice these days the insects,
making their way, north or south, or
in no particular direction.
They seem to have no destination,
But I’m not small enough to
know what they know.

They must see the far off horizon
much as I see the moon.
Unimaginably far,
A wonder. No hope of getting
there today or tomorrow.

I wonder if they think of European
ants, in school they certainly learn.
Galaxies must be off their radar,
But maybe not, having never been
to their academies.

I relate to them as they to me,
We just consider “big” and “far”
differently, yet the same.
God gave them more legs to go
faster, so I
wonder.

Are there unimaginably larger beings who
puddle jump the galaxies,
who do it on a pogo stick leg
hopping slower than me?
Perhaps.

I must look scary to them,
if they notice at all.
Perhaps they call me the
squashing God.
Running, yelling “look out!”

The tire is the
Rolling God.
Never know it may rain,
or it may rain pee
if a dog goes by.

I wonder if they worry
about health care,
and nuclear annihilation.
Do they have a Shakespeare?
It is after all, just
A matter of perspective.