A Tripod

Someone said that Richard Powers 
has a writing tripod: What is true? 
What is beautiful? What is hopeful?

He’s not talking goat-milking, 
not a three-legged stool. 
It’s a tripod.

I must admit. I don’t see well 
through telescopes or microscopes. 
It’s not distrust or disbelief. 

I spin the dial and focus the lens, 
It’s a telescope. The optical tube, a funnel. 
The night is poured. Not a drop spills. 

Spin again, it’s a microscope. It is human:
eye piece, nose piece, rigid frame. 
The diaphragm breaths.

I have a strong sense of what is true. Beauty reframes itself by the day. 
Hopeful is a land whose map is often lost. 

A camera lens is the aperture that I crave.
Zoom in. The crinkle, 
the corner of your eye. Beauty.

Your eye, a sunburst, a calico cat, 
the colors of autumn. Truth.
The upturned corner of your mouth? 

Exposure and field of depth. 
Freeze-frame.  Still.
Hopeful.

        - Mary Louise Peters

✨Love & Light for Today:

To truly know the world, look deeply within your own being; to truly know yourself, take real interest in the world.

- Rudolf Steiner

• Where will your curiosity take you today?

• What are you finding within yourself?