On a windy day, through half-open blinds I could see a swarm of random green dots That would shuttle back and forth in thin rows Like an abacus made of mercury beads.
If I closed my eyes a little bit more Or I let my focus shift just a bit I could almost believe the trees outside That were blown by bursts of unyielding wind Were instead a world of buzzing green blurs That flew in a frenzied hypnotic wave.
And although a Greek once wrote of a cave Of fire and chains to depict mankind's Rather narrow grasp of the world outside, It seems much simpler, though less glorified, To go to the window and open the blinds.
-Brian Michalowski