Lines and Love

So you get up from the sofa. There are things to do.
Still, life is slow enough, made slow enough
you can stop to notice the simple lines
of table and floor, abstract art in the everyday.

It is the way you see,
once you brush aside the demons of the day
enough to clear your vision and see,
not the complexities, but the simplest truths.

Lines and love rule the world, A smattering of color.
More than enough, when you can see it.
Always there, if you can see it. Let me repeat that:
Always there, if you can see it.

About this Poem

A poem about seeing.

The picture is of my coffee table and my floor in the living room.

Tom