The sweep of trees
   forms a mandala.

The eye roams over it,
    looking for a center
      that doesn't exist. 

Those roving eyes
    rove & repeat:
       caught in an 
       infinite loop. 

And I wonder what hides
    in the arc of trees?

What monsters mimic
    the sinuous spine 
        of those pointy trees? 

Whose eyes catch
    the fine light,
       reflecting back a
       burning bright-yellow?

What lives unseen?
    What flows unbidden?
       What empties out, 
           but returns?
           and returns?
           and returns...