Paint the mundane

 This day is meaningful
eyes are clear 
ground is sunlit
hard brown grey clay

my eyes are rifle sights
I see the speck of dust
beside the leaf litter
This tiny round particle

I imagine it as it were when I was a child
I had the power to magnify the world
Ignore it's vulgarity it's inevitable bleakness
Immerse myself in it's mystical beauty

Must I paint the mundane
Make the boring exciting
I will and I do cheerily
Like the gumbooted six year old I was

it's infiniteness my infiniteness
The spec of dust became a mountain 
With forests, lakes and arid tracts
Yes I have made it meaningful

Is this a superpower?
Or ridiculous fantasy escape
When I look at other's passtimes
I refocus into my world crawling with life