The View Through the Gap in the Trees

In all your internal world,
In all the corners you sense,
Your thoughts keep heading toward

A bright spot in one window
Or abstract equivalent—
Small as you are and confined

As the model in your skull,
Depth looks out within you,
And your finite’s infinite.

That bright patch right now is blue.
It extends to a cold lake
You could drown in in a blink.

The lake’s in you. You’re in it.
Time yawns huge in a minute.