Sunshine

We can only know

When we want to hear 

As selective seeking

Protects our sight

From burning out

Turning down the lights

And then later 

We find the known, novel

And then later 

We grab a sturdy shovel 

Digging down for that

Which always rose

Above and behind us

But we always wore a hat

Regulating its totality

Fear, Sadness, Vanity

Thinking that clouds and rain

Joy and pain

Work with gravity!

Assumptions are flawed

There are no static destinations

And then we wander in

Unmodelled contemplations

...As the rays play with 

The tall, green pillars of life

And never stop reaching us

Whether or not we choose to go blind.

-Al