i’m not one to look down when i’m walking, i figure my feet will manage just fine on their own. if i trip, so be it, because i really enjoy looking up. do you know how much you miss by not looking up?
i would’ve missed this little pouf of a wispy cloud had i not been looking up. it looks to me as if an elephant had been lightly sketched with fog & vapor & was rubbing its hind-quarters against the upper branches of this eucalyptus. a moment later it was gone, shaken away like an etch-a-sketch.
i would’ve missed the bands of blue that are the ocean meeting the sky on a day as perfect (late morning) as today. the contrast of this tree dark against the ethereal nothingness that is our ozone & h20. are they not giving back to each other?
i would’ve missed the sunlight kissing & tickling & making love to this pepper tree. i can see the tree reaching out for more, “don’t stop, you fool,” it rustles as the wind flows through its tight short curly leaves (recently trimmed & now fuller than a brush.)
i would’ve missed the cerulean blue of the sky in deep harmony with the green & red leaves & black shadow & straight edge of a branch, well, branching out & its forward movement propelling the leaves toward their new existence, fresh, lovely, whispering my name (visually.)
i would’ve missed it all had i kept my head down & not dreamt that looking up would change my life.