Alone behind these vitreous lenses
I view the world before me painted in light and wonder
If I'm holding the brush
Or does some unseen artist place each edge and hue with purpose.
Do I see what I mean or what I'm meant to see?
Either way I'm looking, though I know not what for.
The clouds roll by to color the sky something other than blue,
Each puff or wisp reminding me of shapes I've seen before,
Some tinged with shadows of a storm on the horizon
Others tinted pink by the slowly setting sun.
I reflect upon a pool of rainwater gathered at my feet.
One by one the drops coalesced into a perfect mirror
That fades drop by drop into the waiting air.
The light bounces and bends around everything real
And even some things that are not.
I absorb a little, making it a part of me.
Every second I spend in the sun I become more luminous.
Every beam I cast off illuminates the world around me.