Little Windows With Big Views Poem by Rita Cerniglia

What you see is what you choose,
Myopic eyes that squint and blink.
Splitting shadows into twos,
Little Windows with big views.

Staring forms a mental bruise
Between the eyes that tear and think;
To turn the knob that winds the screws
For all except the kitchen sink.

The mind collects, corrects, and spews -
While all you do is watch and drink.
You little lamps that guide my news,
Stay lit till all my print's in ink.

Adventuresome, you seek, peruse
The atom and the missing link,
But when you're closed the heart eschews
Till all the lesser evils shrink.