Tribute to the Bennet...
The water pumps out at an unalarming rate. Light glistens of the globular orbs, refracting, splitting, constantly reflecting its sparkle into my eyes like a tiny meteor shower, a thousand wishes on a thousand points of light. My eyes are protected and enhanced by these lenses, windows of sight and clarity. Before these scientifically molded pieces of glass first crossed the path of my vision, all was one, a blurred unity. The sky made love to the treetops in a fusion of blue and green, only to filter to the brown of the trunk, which was wiggle its toes in the grass like so much sand. For years i moved through this haze, the omnipresence of it all settleing and accepted. My life was a monet veiwed to closeley. Then came the lenses, then came lines and definition and separation. My world was still a whole, but it was pieces, no longer a broad palette of color, it was a paint by numbers. But all was not lost, i was soon able to peer into the intricacies of nature, and to admire them. To be able to see a grasshopper, as it gnaws on leafy vegetation before it springs at the vibration of my approaching foot steps, an experience totally new to me. I would spend hours in my backyard on hands and knees so as to not disturb the behaviour of these formerly invisible creatures. I would sit, crouched, for what seemed like forever, as some grasshopper would gorge itself, shearing mandibles hacking bit by bit at the defensless grass...