With evolution and inheritance playing between species, generations and between the very cells we’re made of… humans seem to be its best result. Having a cranial capacity of 1300 cc, eyes with a contrast ratio of 100 000:1, luminance range of 1014 …. it is but obvious, we’re blessed beings.
But in the rush of city lights and flashing headlights, smoke in the air, blaring music in the ears, sunglasses on the eyes… how much do we actually observe? Sure, we’re not given much of that privilege because of the hectic lives, and worldly demands on us…
But. But, but, but…
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Stand and stare? People could call you creepy. You could be missing that last train, that important meeting, that exotic date… no one just stands and stares!
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
What about seeing fluid ink sparkle a little before it dries on paper? A slight shimmer slowing disappearing into the letters. Or if you choose to type, the warmth of your laptop against your skin. The drizzle of words swiftly landing on the tapping of keys. The light of the screen on your face…
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
Looking at passengers on the bus. The wind rippling into your hair. Following patterns on the street. Stopping a little when the wind stops. Walking with an invisible (?) quirk in your step. Smiling at a random kid.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
Holding on to your pillow for a minute longer. Feeling your own breath warm your skin, snuggled in the sheets.
Walking on dewy grass, barefoot. Looking at butterflies swirling in a mating dance. Breathing slightly deeper.
Feeling the water drops in the shower like they come from the most beautiful waterfall. Watching the last drop trickle when you turn the knob to close. Looking at yourself in the mirror and… simply smiling because you’re you.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
Noticing the effort someone puts to make the colour of their shirt match with the footwear. Observing people walk in flats, in pumps, in heels… and barefoot. And how some’s nose is longer, someone’s hands are smaller, somebody’s eyes so large and someone’s smile so radiant.
Looking at the crinkle around the eye when people laugh. Following the lowering lashes, the pursed up lips of someone who’s sad. Hugging someone for long. Crying to a slow, sad song. Trying to decipher a deja vu. Feeling that ache when your finger hovers over that someone’s contact number.
Humming soft. Laughing loud. Walking on your heel. Trying a dance step on your way till the kitchen. Wearing your hair differently. Writing with the wrong hand. Reading old emails…
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.*
Don’t really have to stand and stare, do we?
*excerpts from the poem Leisure, by William Henry Davies
Previously posted at BayArt.org