Remembering Epiphany

I squint into the sun
And existence becomes
A blackened vignette
With a sparkling path
Leading directly
To a burst of light
In a cloud-strewn sky

A vision I recognize
From those times of connection
When I was one with everything
And the knowledge of all existence
Seemed not only plausible
But within my grasp

Heady times

And I wonder
Was I mad then to believe
The epiphany was real

Or mad now to have let it slip
From experience
To memory
Now a personal myth