Looking at the blurry

with soft eyes.  I dwell on the pink exclamation mark.  I think today needs hope.  I put down the news about the tsunami warning.  Water for good and for bad.  

So many blurry twists & turns

to a center by it's definition quite small.  Like an eye.  Then again, the big picture is taken in by the small eye. 

When a line or two

try to corral the blurry, the outcome is never a given.  Our perhaps it is all perspective, and the blurry is trying to obscure the line.  For sure, perspective is never a singular voice.