Blip

Long distance view:
everything we know
is a blip
on a screen. Every

frog, bird’s nest,
painting. 

Smooth-lined
automobile, vintage guitar,
handsome face, tender hand
soothing a rough wound.

Up close
our own enthusiasms
loom. We loom back.

They offer us
dominion of our preferences
but long distance view,
cliff top perspective view?

We loom like ants loom
over sand-specks.

Blip.
Blip.

Then we
vanish

with our things,
our loves, our
artifacts. We

blip into
smoke and 

go.