Perspective
Some days my sight is too particulate
Stark and sharp
a million waving green swords
and floods to drown me.
My mind blankens
and I am powerless.
Those are the days
I want to be
lifted up
on the shepherd's
shoulders.
Then, silly me,
I get the view
of quiet waters
and green pastures.
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