the thing (that I see)

do not see
the world

I see
a thing I love

I am enchanted
by sunlight

I am danced
by the sway
of a tree
to the touch
of the wind

eyes closed
I am taken
by surprise

breath held

into the flight
of a bird
with a draught
of the air

the creek
little river
sings songs to me
as though
to a child

and I do not see
the world
at all

what I see
is a thing
I love


Poem #483 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

4 thoughts on “the thing (that I see)

  1. This one reminds me of a bit of Buddhism, Frank: that if we stop, are calm, and really look we will see beauty and peace. I’m not sure it’s always true, but the subjects you lovingly described definitely work for me.


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