Five Minute Friday: See

Here's the rules: Write about this word (see) for five minutes flat, whatever comes to your mind. And then click publish. No editing, no worrying, just let yourself be.

Everything has begun to look like poetry.

This rainy day, with wind.

The goal to read to page 150 and then we’ll make cookies.

This desk light making my fingers gold on these black keys.

I am glad I can see

and/but I am sure that if my eyes stopped seeing colored shapes or/and my glasses broke, the seeing would be different, but not gone. I am sure that I would see with textures and the poetry would be the same.

And sounds. Birds and wind and Aradhna’s desperate songs.

And I am sure that if my eyes vanished, my ears and hands would take care of this need to watch.

Everything, everything has begun to look like poetry.