treasures & fibers

how up close things become so much more

and so much less of what they are!

what delight to know that zoom

could make such a difference, and you

under my microscope,

fade and bleat

snap and break. it was my lens

at fault, but treasures & fibers become such oddities

and shells

seem like houses, which they are.

in the dance studio across the street, couples twirl like tornadoes

and my bare feet against the empty shells on the beach

crack the abandoned homes of living things which

is my fault, because I never look close enough

weighted, begging a change

afraid to be alone but with a glow

like i've got a holy plan

i put my trust in; from a distance

all things are lovely so let's

step back