gawd’s eye view

interior geography from a gawd's eye view can be every bit as rugged and fresh and delightful as an afternoon in the icefields

there are prerequisites:
you need to go full-quadruped;
lie down on your back beside that hound,
look up at the ceiling or under the coffee table,
or at the area rug that stretches to a newly established horizon

once you've settled there,
drink the lines and shapes and cracks and edifices
like you drank the wind creekside that one afternoon

belly full of air and wonder, let your eyes map the room with spiritual Lidar,
catching edges and shadows and shapes that were always there
hidden in plane site waiting to be seen

feel the ripples in the air as the cats walk by;
listen to whispered fugues from the water bowl
as paws cleave the surface tension in perfect measured chaos

Be, as a Sabbath day slides in from your periphery,
takes over your Here as a Now,
and offers you rest until the clock pushes you from
the Path to the Pathed again