New Vistas
New Vistas
It's just routine,
I cut onions everyday
But I try to vary the way
I cut them.
There's many a pattern,
Many a design to find
When you change the orientation
And open your mind
To vistas new,
An onion looks like a lotus bud
When vertically cut.
But sliced horizontally
It's a nest of concentric rings.
Did you know an apple brings
Star patterns to your table
When cut sideways?
I brighten the dull days
Of routine, cutting through the haze
Of habit, to find new hope
To help me cope
To move
Out of my rut, my groove.