I’m Watching You
Every morning I wake to inspect
the sun come rising in the east
to make doubly certain that it is
the same as the sun sunk in the west.
A foolish notion this spherical world
same horizons every day,
predictable as a pendulum and
moving in fits and spurts.
A world where people are born
only to die again,
where their grandest achievement must be
not to muck things up.
Yet, of course, they do--
in grand style at that.
Most with no purpose greater
than the average alley cat.
Some, though, have nobler ideals--
see the wonder, as I, in the sunrise, sunsets.
They intuitively know their places
in relation to all creation.
Those are the ones to watch out for.