In the nature garden, I get impressions:
as I enter the iron gate, my glance
is force-fed by the outgrowth complexity,
to simple comprehension and relief.
Wherever I may be, the impressions
of place derive from its features, a glance
avails; and I move through the complexity
of busy streets, everything in relief.
Whatever I may look at are impressions,
the selected item summed up in a glance.
It is how it is known defies complexity,
simple identity puts into relief.
But all the same, I wonder at impressions;
at how it is I know things in a glance;
how within my mind is resolved complexity
in identity, certainty in relief.
