the right perspective

at bottom there's but a single rock
foundation of a hope a simple home
we look above but see only the gloam
a star appearing now would be a shock
pause just a second for us to take stock
establish margins of both earth and foam
but don't allow a single one to roam
the answer is the limit or the block
never before or since the loudest storm
calm spreads around in the translucent hour
grey pillars hold up a thin roof of green
there's something here of sense or good form
but not enough to speak of force or power
what we accept is not what we have seen