Things that are happening now.

Things that are happening now

could change

everything we could ever
do later, from here.

The very landscape

is stretched on ulterior frames, the canvas
of modern life

is artfully being painted upon. They're painting
it over, while we look on

too distracted by motion of grasses and winds
and waves to see

the painting they've made
of reality.

I guess it's too late
to save the picture they've made
from them. It's sad

the day has turned beautiful,
all by itself - and there they stand,

furiously stretched over easel, stiffly
daubing and sketching and splashing paint,
using single-point brush techniques
so fine, and scraping off swathes
with a palette knife, to show
for all the world how it really is.

These people are saints, but without
the patience for it. Let them stand back,

and fix their perspectives upon a square.

And while we stand up, and forward a bit -
the better to see all that's really there,
as wild and wide as things really are,

and not truly given to tendency - let's try
not to spoil the view for them. They aren't

really painting for you or me.

The day has turned beautiful, all
by itself. For all who have eyes,
and ears, and tongues,

let us see hear and taste, and share with
someone. Let's slip

fingers into this grasp,

and run.