blinders

my little view of the grass through the gate
and over the bridge on the plain
sparkles at first; I don’t know how to handle the
infusion of senses
green magnifies in my retina
but then it fades
ever so swiftly
like the tide pulling out to sea
the moon has grasped my interest too

the coral reef blanketed my conscience
for the time I was enthralled, not bitter
but distractions—
fish, sharks, anemones, rays,—
pulled my eyelids shut to the nature
of this observation

instead of amused, I was bored
instead of comfort, I was solo
instead of truth, I was virtual
instead of alive, I was fake