A mirror facing a mirror

One may travel should they so desire.

One may stay in a room looking out upon the world.

Enjoying a tuna salad sandwich.

It is the same.

One sees the small in the large.

The other sees the large in the small.

A mirror facing a mirror.

The leaf shaped as a tree.

The shoreline that can not be measured.

It's fractal to give it a  high faulting word.

So, my good man, love the worldly.

They need your attention.

But listen to the man who lives in solitude

With mayonnaise in the corner of his mouth.

He hears the secrets of the Quiet

And embraces infinity.

Derek Earl Houghton