My Field Of Vision Poem by Janet Budd

I never sat silently
in altering breezes ruffling my nape
Never felt flickering blades of emerald
tickling pale sun starved legs
Nor known wire grass
tattoo patterns on my skin.

I never watched and waited
breath held inside
as spider reaching
the zenith of his climb
bungee jumps into space and time
casting spells across light.

I never soaked warmth
seeping from dank earth beneath
Never bled my thoughts
into the ground until they turned to tears
Nor circled waves of joy around
to catch sunbeams dancing on the smell of green

I never shuttered lashes on a cloud
surrounded by pure blue
Never sipped the hue of sapphire wine
making drunk my heart and mind
Nor saw soaring glisten puffs of seed
tumbling heavenward

I close my eyes and never fail to see
the mystery imagination brings to me
Never fail to feel. Nor experience
that which appears to be beyond my reach.