what an eye beholds

the eye
of the lake
looks up to the sky
from its place
high
in the mountains

sees clouds
and blue

birds flying
beneath the sun

in the distance
a storm
maybe

thinks:

the sky is big

and
so far away

it is an immensity
that never ends

it is
beautiful

the sky
looks down from its height
sees the lake

clouds
and blue

birds flying

the sun

in the distance
there may be a storm
tonight

thinks:

that lake
is so small
but a lot
like me

I think
it is beautiful


© Frank Prem, 2017

July 2017 Poem #09: at Brunetti’s

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