INKBLOTS ON WHITE WALLS

(Four large sides;
Four wide corners;
Lo,
A perfect square!
Light,
Immaculate white --
A big blank wall to stare.

But,
What is this?
Specks?
Dots?
Blemishes?
Black against white --
Darkness against light --
Ah,
There are facts of life!)

Man --
How puny is his brain!
How feeble is his heart!
For always, always
He would ignore
The bright gleem
And turn to judge
The dots he's seen,
Then tell the world:
"Life's miserable and dim."

(1 August 1995)