MY BINOCULARS

MY BINOCULARS

Through my binoculars I see
Five black birds on a far, dead tree.
They ruffle feathers there and preen
Against the hazy, hill-green scene.

Through my binoculars I spy
A helicopter whirring by
And passing faint clouds drifting high
Upon the brilliant blue of sky.

Through my binoculars I view
A grey goanna rustling through
A sunlit patch of fallen leaves
To vanish under forest trees.

Through my binoculars I note
A wallaby with its brown coat.
She feeds upon the grass she loves,
Bent-down, with neat, black paws like gloves.

Once day has sunk in burning red
And night spreads darkness overhead,
With my binoculars I see
The hazy band of galaxy.

Like Galileo long ago
I see our galaxy’s white glow
Turn into stars so far away
That form the shining Milky Way.

Like gleaming sands upon the night,
So many now are in my sight.
I wonder as I think each one
That shines there is a distant sun.

Through my binoculars I see
All of the world’s great majesty.
From near to far, from earth to sky,
Up to the distant stars on high.

With my binoculars I find
Awakened wonder in my mind
And heart for all that is unfurled
Within the wonders of the world.