Perspective

as the sun warms my feet

and my eyes trace the ocean of waves

of sand, of the flow of life

To see that is is all in the perspective:

That from one place, the lines emerge and flow

to sway in a measured dance

of here and now

to there

And from another, all is lost in sharp angles

and dead ends

It seems so easy hhere,

and it is

The hard part is learning, to remember

to find that perspective

As I leave the here and now

and emerge

into Monday