Every time we open our eyes, we have a choice as to how we view the world. In those famous words of novelist Marcel Proust:
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
It was a drizzly grey day and we were on our way home from Yorke Peninsula, South Australia.
What could have been a fairly ordinary trip became a voyage of discovery. I became entranced by the gentle back and forth of the windscreen wipers and each new ‘reveal’.
With new eyes, I gathered the richness of each moment to me. And marveled at the next and the next as they each arrived.
This poem was written from the passenger seat …
Every 7 Seconds
Raindrops land
Clear splashes of paint
Across the windshield
Wiped clean
In 7 Seconds
A new view
Fresh and clear
Tree tops outlined pristine
For a moment
Smudged back
Into hazy mystery
A new vista emerges
Once again
Blue skies hidden
Resting awhile
Behind a world of pale grey
Muted
Subtle shapes suspended
In mid-air
Resting upon the treetops
Washing clean this moment
Colours subtly shifting
Hints of pale blue
A sky mirage to the eye
Blinking
Shape shifting
Cloud shifting
Perfect tiny spheres
Landing gently on the pane
Wiped away occasionally now
Revealing a greater expanse
Of blue
Fence lines
White lines
Telephone lines
Pointing the way
Corny Point
Minlaton
Port Victoria
Circled numbers holding sway
“Wombat crossing here”
Eyes scanning
Side to side
Alpacas
Emus
Jaunty orange hats
Planted with pride
Purpose unclear!
A burst of white
Dancing hues of pink and lilac
Salt crystals
Sparkling
A blink
A glance
A new horizon
New wonder
New hope
As raindrops continue
To paint
Their watery story
Afresh
Every
7 Seconds.
Nicola,
This was such a perfect, beautiful and timely read on this Easter Morning – Thank you.
I will carry this with me in this season of remembering. #everysevenseconds