Poem by Dan Stone
No, there's nothing
else to see.
No shelf or frame
or mirror
to distract from me.
I didn't choose
the color of this wall.
As a rule I don't go
for basic black.
But I chose to let it be.
My friends taught
me that it's all
I really need,
that the background
isn't where the eyes
should focus.
Maybe less is more,
and just sitting here,
noticing, is cool.
Sometimes the fewer
facts, the easier
to know, remember
what we knew before
we filled the space,
perhaps, lost our place.
Sometimes a ball,
a simple song,
a game of fetch
will grow the roses
on our face, turn
on the lights.
Patience, company,
can right what we
assumed was wrong.
Sometimes all
we have to learn
is that's what
friends are for.