Eye Sketching
by Odin Roark

Acolytes of inner actualization know…

Upon an oak tree
Scrawls a name,
Never scribed by knife.

Within a crowded sidewalk
Sketches the seductive smile of an
Out of reach dream.

Atop a mountain peak
The etching of above-the-cloud perception
Swirls its heady reward inward.

Afloat in reflection’s calm waters,
Trusted drawings ripple across
Past, present and future pretense.

How healing this alternate world…

In the mind’s eye, time is given little heed.
The impossible embraces imagination,
Never succumbing to reality’s disappointments.

For one’s inner creations never require tools of actuality,
Trusting instead enigma’s eye pencil wisdom,
Needing but an occasional sharpening now and again.