The scenery, first I would need to be outside
where birds perch on telephone wires
squirrels scurry away unworried
on crooked limbs of scrub oaks
jump like circus acrobats onto a cedar five feet away
and then I would need to open my eyes to
the vast sky blue receding far away into deep yellows
buzzards on parade so high up,
crimson shadows foretelling the coming turn of day animals
from visual to stumbling creatures
possums  and armadillos
bats
but I am entombed on a stool in my combo
living room kitchen dog port-a -***** cat
highway and playland with last night's fork
a bit of cheese on it still
a cigarette in the ashtray
wafting a trail of gray
into the air while
I study how to make sense of the
inner with outer
the fresh air with stale
the sun midday with
the foreseeable sunset
and sit and wonder in awe at all of it