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
Epiphany
Howe Sound
From Porteau Cove Provincial Park
Sea to Sky Highway
British Columbia, Canada
Howe Sound
From Porteau Cove Provincial Park
Sea to Sky Highway
British Columbia, Canada
Pictures from home, 2021