Opening Up Vision Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out the window here at the senior center,
watching the wind blow an ocotillo back and forth.

It's scratching leaves and branches of a tree,
filled with the greenness of springtime.

Keeping on looking, watching, eyes suddenly drawn
to depths of the tree itself.

There seeing a hole through it's limbs, opening up
to my vision is a tunnel through it.

Inviting my mind, entering and using imagination
to explain it's positive influence.