"Morning Glory" 8 - 11 - 06
i've spent so much of my life with a bent neck
as to only notice the ground thinking myself a speck
amongst the creations of greater people
that i compared, to an ant, all that i had accomplished
then while relaxing in morning light
i gave the sky a glance
and what do i see but imperfection at work
yet no hand had a chance
of making such art on a flawless backdrop
i stared in awe and wonder
i counted the cotton-soft clouds
i made shapes and smiled to myself
faces and places that have never been
except to me in my mental bend
i inhaled and took a moment
glancing back down for a second
and only this thought was in mind
an epiphany so well defined
no matter how cut the angle
no matter how perfect the plan
there is nothing to compare to nature
especially not the creations of man