In the Eye of the Beholder
Of sunrise, i’m often aware
tho i am not always out where
the beauty of it raptures me
like a remembered ecstasy.
In our caves of isolation
and sheltered imagination
our quotidian lives go on
after such ecstasy has gone.
Beauty is like a happiness
which pervades our self-consciousness.
Fragile, it is intangible;
seemingly unmanageable.
The sunrise is an illusion.
Thank the gods for our confusion.

Walt Abbott–12-21-08