View from a Blind Laptop

This morning one songbird awoke first, breaking the night with its spiral tongue. Under an oak tree a puddle bloomed stars, then washed its face with a watery light. Moments later, a narrow sky opened its window. A rose red lip of sunlight, kissed the verge of a far beyond. Light crowned meadow daisies one by one. I did not see any of this I was hunched over a laptop after a dark and restless night, but my soul, it must have wandered outward - and it saw.