What do you look
for what do you
see, when you watch
the sunset bleed
into the clouds
and fade away…
does it leave you
with something to
say, do you see shapes
or patterns, such
things as
bumblebees
and hummingbirds
the size of F-14s,
Could you tell me
what you see,
could you explain
the taste of a zinfandel
without words of
pedigree,
can you draw
a line in the sand
and not cross yourself,
or is this definitivist
reality built on a
foundation
of imagination,
where we decide
what is left and right
up and down,
the sky the ground,
and weave a reality
out of tendrils of thought
to create life
wrought with passion,
which makes me ponder
why I see the
colors of the rainbow
bleeding from the silver linings
of every cloud I see.