a small world

my eyes are contained

for once
to this room,
the arc from the window
to the green wall,
half a circle
of thoughts and dreams,
of longings and betrayals,
of losses and seeds,
and I feel the whole world
through the dancing leaves
and swaying trees,
the impatient crow calls
and the crisp morning breeze,
the sound of kisses and hugs,
between father and son,
and for a while
I let myself simmer
in the quiet
of a small world,
filled with a deepening love.