While I contemplate my fate and I buy some time to think,
I realise my life’s so fast I’ve barely time to blink.
I’m travelling in blurryscope with nothing seen in colour
It all flies by, with my not knowing one thing from the other…
I want to stop my world for now and sit at its front door,
I need to watch it all pass by so I can learn some more.
My soul decided for me, I should watch through slower lenses
Attending to the seeing, feeling, hearing of my senses….
The textures in the heavy clouds pervading the whole sky
The brightness of the tabby’s stare, the ember of its eyes
The depth of scale within the fields and shading from the trees
The ripples with each blade of grass betraying their green seas;
That certain light cast through the glass when sun is laying low
That sepia tinge on paint and wood with sunset’s orange glow
I want to stay forever and enjoy my clearest views
But duty calls, and I must move to blurry pastures new.
© Tess Egerton 2011