Time Spent In Interdependentness
I open and stretch my eyes,
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
As far as I can see...
The blue and cloudless sky.
With a wondering of why,
I sometimes do...
Of a sky that appears to be so high...
Can cover the Earth with such beauty.
And not interfere with the inhabitants...
Convinced that divisions evented,
Are shining with a glossness.
With a reception that sparkles,
In a radiant reflection
And accepted with approval,
By that which observes...
From an intelligence that is aeons,
In superiority in the boundless heavens.
And yet lets us believe,
We are the center of this vast Universe.
There has to be a lot of humor,
Achieved and received by what is seen.
And maybe it is the laughter provided,
That has kept us taking our survival...
As seriously as we take the acknowledgement,
That our time spent in interdependentness delayed...
Accomplishes a wasting of efforts.
This has all the ingredients,
That a hesitation in taking things for granted...
As we are taught to have patience,