Out On The Far Horizon by David Bateman

Out on the far horizon,
Every twig on every tree,
And on them, every insect,
Would seem close-up to me.
I’d recognize each microbe,
The smallest things that live,
If I just had my glasses
To find my glasses with.
 
In molecules and atoms,
Be they ever so petite,
I’d see each small electron
Like a football at my feet.
I’d see the finest details
All existence has to give,
If I just had my glasses
To find my glasses with.
 

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+1 #1 Brian Hutchinson 2021-02-08 19:23
Brilliant. Clever. Just wish I had my readers on
Takes me to a world I have never been
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