Perspective

the gathering rain-
reflections of my spirit
clouding my windows
–
dirty windows-
the outside world
smeared by the rain

looking at myself
amid the twisted wreckage
of my ruined car
–
mourning doves-
lost in the white
of the winter sky

patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle

spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance
–
a sand grain
amidst the
multitude