...from a slightly askew, fish-eyed view...
A mid Summers' sunset aft the last pass of rain.
The eye of the eddy as it laughs down the drain.
Last light reflecting off a seas' serene plane.
A vast mass collecting, of swirling words in my brain.
My views and opinions, I keep to myself.
I choose these renditions to pique mental health.
Painful or pretty, staccato or stealth,
disdainful or a pity, they aren't written for wealth.
I've nothing to show, there's naught I can say.
Wise Earth things all know why what I say plays this way.
In this foam that I pose and my pastoral display,
I am and hope most can get natural each day.