Arguments for Eye Contact

by Paul Bills

Steel beasts in the sky are our slaves
bringing us ocean breakfasts, mountain lunches;

the dough and its yeast separate over continents
like the baker has too much on His mind.

And so our trees grow fuller fruits
but longer branches.

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Life is simple mysteries
killed if simply solved:

Neither gemstone nor seashell matters
when we’ve lost water and ground.

When we can’t catch up with all the growing spaces,
like bookends, we’re limitless and nothing.