I have to stand further away
To see an object
To see the big picture
But is that better?
Up close is blurry
From a distance details are lost
But is the big picture
The better view?
Is this change in vision
A metaphor for wisdom
Or a simple loss of perception?
Along with this distance
Comes a greater appreciation
For the scene
Along with this loss
Comes the patience
To take a longer look
But when the vision is
The flames of a fire
The children playing
The seasons changing
The clouds bursting
The sun setting
At those times
The vision is the same
But the appreciation remains
The best times are
When I get close to you
And I see your face
Until I get so close
I see you by touch
Feeling you through my skin
With the sixth sense
Of calm happiness