But it will be watched
On small screens
Live
Recorded
Streamed
And shared
A million times over
Perhaps, that is a better thing
Where there are no maps
I keep faith
I’ll find my way
Where there are no roads
I keep faith
I can forge my own
From the daughter
Roiling and playful
Down the narrow valleys
To the gentle, fertile
Fulsome matriarch
Mother of the plains
Blue on blue
On blue on blue
Morning sun
Peeks on through
The clouds on high
The smoke below
But in my heart
The golden band
Offsets the black
Below the blue
This light which cuts
And penetrates
Ennobles sky
With amber hues
A crown upon
These broody blues
I rise into
New light of day
And in the 16th century
When they first said it
Life as a dog
Was hard
And that’s what they meant
When they said it
One below
One above
One beyond
And I wonder
At the span
In time
In distance
In possibility
While beginning
To descend
Knowing that time
And distance
Conspire
Against
Possibility
Back to Earth
Dreaming of space
In another time
No matter
The quality
Of the scene
Or moment
Daytime dreams
To be fulfilled
Until sunset sky’s
Reminder
Possibility Illumines
Nighttime dreams
Which carry me
Gods and philosophy
Politics and economy
Then fall
To our basest instincts
Defending them
Proselytising them
Exploiting them
Pix to Words 