two gnats upon my study window
uprightly dance to work their way out,
even though their comfort lies within—
they entered deliberately, no doubt.
At home enough, I wanly try to
see a world upon a plane of glass;
Boeing gives a cabin view that tints
to traveller’s choice (not just business class)
so day across Atlantic hours can
look like starry night. Those gnats could use
such sleight-of-hand to make their trap seem
not so bad—it’s nice to have a ruse.
What wealth beyond conception, to live
in several homes, to see as we see
fit, to fade away what looms too large
or figure out a way to ecstasy,
an Either/Or, an I and Thou, a
window to our souls. Who knows? the gnats
may have an equal Weltanschauung,
and much depends upon that perhaps.
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