Day at the Park

Three-Dimensional Sadness


He stayed the same during the changing seasons
but, among times of sadness, he left himself
and attempted to express, as an outsider looking in,
what he must be experiencing:

Sadness, then, was made whole.

In this three-dimensional wholeness
he saw himself honestly: an outsider.

The landscape of this Truth
was cold and barren.
Wind sent ripples through ponds.

All was silent except the wind
and the sound of tiny leaves moving
on the branches of enormous trees.

But in this climate there was peace.
Birds called sweetly and singular in the cold air.

He saw himself for who he really was: afraid.

Winter, in its simplicity, repeated itself
in endless, snow-capped fields,
and everywhere he looked he saw himself,
and the Nature of his emotion
which was diminished by an endless horizon.