What Chas Sees

by Susan McElroy I wonder what he’s seen that I will never gaze upon Across the rolling fields to mountain tops beyond In his mind’s eye, the colours bright and swirling The shapes, the shades, the black, the white Is it ever just that simple when he stares into the night Through naked eye or camera lens, he views a different world Where angles tilt beyond their scope and imagination hurls Itself to a farther range than I could ever reach, though trust me I have tried To look beyond my earthly state and see the world sublime As in his paintings large and bold where horses stand astride The most amazing places – have you seen the fish – the wink Is he sharing only glimpses – lifting curtains one by one Will he ever open wide the gates and let us all inside To vistas bathed in hue and tint and reality denied. Written on the occasion of Charles DeLost’s birthday celebration – March...