Einstein On A Bike Euclid in his Tower by JR Phillips
Does the sun rush to meet you
As you peddle briskly down your path?
Do the buildings rise to touch the clouds
Or is it simply shadows falling to the ground?
When the image of ivy and brick
Or grass glowing greenly along the optic nerves
Surround you in a refractive gaze
As you make your way to your obligatory day,
Are you awakened to a sense of seeing
That you alone might tell?
Or is it just another morning, another hour
Relative to someone walking who sees you
Gliding gleefully down a tree-lined trail.