My eye
Keeps on gravitating
Back to the red flag
But there is so much
Else to see -
So much movement
And vitality
In this point of view -
Overt and covert,
Revealed and held secret,
Declared and whispered
I try to force my eye
To wander
And rest -
Wander and rest -
The ocean
(Each wave)
The sky
(Each cloud)
The sand
(Each grain)
The wind
(Each breath)
But that damned
Red flag
Holds
Distracts
Demands
There is everything else to be seen here
But I can't get past the red flag...
