The Prism

Based on the poem By Edith L. Tiempo (The video coincides with the poem which is also found at the site below) http://www.panitikan.com.ph/poetry/theprism.htm A man is a dwarf under the trees, And it isn't just their wooden size; Rather, it is we, multi-celled and plural, Perceiving only if things are pieced Together in a whole design, Mondrian Or Kandinsky, or a harmonized beat Ticking measures kindred to our pulse; Rather that we are motley and partial To the hunger pangs and to wrinkles To Slaver and rheum, and to the fatal Budding in swarming flesh. Only our context Moment to moment Is a whole: The lichen on the bark Is quickly complete, A beginning and an end, A magnitude entire; The cellular leaf Grinds out man's processes Inside an hour; The rising sparrow telescopes A decade's pilgrimage; And eternity gluts the tiny span When man's life is mimicked In a falling stone