I have a view
Which I would love to share with you.
It is a view of the sky,
Clouds scattering and bursting above the sun’s eye,
Orb new risen,
Dispelling night’s prison,
As a painter would…
I’m afraid these words are not doing any good.
And the camera would only do
What every camera does for you.
It would not give the true view.
I must fall back on poetry.
I do not have a view.
The view has me.
