Another Lens

Gone are the days when only

Children walked the streets

And sidewalk chalk enclosed

A sweet, playful world.  

The time came when everything had

To be filtered through the lens

Of stuff-ness; divided and dissected

Until nothing was left unknown.

And then the sidewalk turned to sand

And the winds blew hot and demanding

Their due.  Did you think that

All the certainty would quench your

Thirst for truth?  Then take a glass

Of bitterness, for you lived the illusion.

But first go back and see again,

The move to grasp could be a time of

Playfulness as well.  

To take and make and mold

Can be a prelude to the act of magic.

Only see the thing again as

Whole and all is well.