
lone leaf in water so far from where it once was - wayward journey home
framed by a window
between the trees and the clouds
the Moon on her way
that which stops us from seeing
only looking with our eyes
sight bending image
how do we separate what’s
real or reflected
light where the road bends
startling until the mind sees
the train’s on the track
constant cognitive struggle
between what’s sensed and what’s real
framed by two branches
the sun hides behind a leaf
open and shut case
we all see what we believe
even if it’s not the truth