2007/ficus

The sun shines on the dead ficus.
I sit in bed looking out
the French doors, across the deck,
through the living room French doors
and into the dining room.
The prism, no doubt, casting rainbows
on the dining room floor.
But I can’t see them from here.

That is our human shortcoming,
we lack the long view,
the ability to see
around corners.

2/25/07