Back and forth as fast as blinking,
Images to set you thinking
Or to give your mind a rest.
Background sounds of newsroom patter,
Dinner guests' low volume chatter,
Audiences spilling laughter
At some almost-funny jest--
Sounds resounded with precision
And sights lit in crisp definition.
I still am glad that television
Lacks the senses I love best,
For I throw wide the screen and sash
To feel the spring wind dancing past
And smell the fragrances that waft
Into my room at her behest.
And, thankful to be drawn away
From the screens where programs play
Their sights and sounds throughout the day,
I bask in smells and feel I'm blest.
May 20, 2010