Within your perceptual field
a noxious concept takes root.
It's all your awareness can see,
an obsession that batters your heart.

Look up.

It's only one weed in a meadow of blooms,
one prickly but singular plant.
Stretching for miles are blossoms of dawn:
all yours as the morning awakes.

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.