Gestalt

A Poem

Songbird skies
And cricket grass
Converge in eyes
And ears that pass

Hurriedly along
Intent on business,
Righteous or wrong –
Serious glibness.

To lift one's sight
Above the sands,
Glimpsing light
And other’s hands,

Would make base
The bottom line.
“Where to place 
This I of mine?”

Among the hearts,
Above the parts.