Beacons complement
One to guide
One to illumine
The fog competes
Beacons diminished
So blares the horn
What those of the sea
Cannot see
They hear
Don’t stand too close!
Beacons complement
One to guide
One to illumine
The fog competes
Beacons diminished
So blares the horn
What those of the sea
Cannot see
They hear
Don’t stand too close!
I came for sunrise
Woke early for
Golden hour glory
Instead, the fog
Cast a shroud
A pall upon the morning
Patience
The sun will out
And so it did
A moment, perhaps
More glorious
Than the moment sought
Expectation
Patience
Adaptation
All lines of inquiry converge
On a distant portal of glass
Beyond which a tunnel continues
Deeper than I can see
Offering a promise of The Infinite
A burst of colour
Breathes life
Into a space
Of regimental order
The beauty I imbue
On moments and places
Of small consequence
Arises from my appreciation
For the beauty in all things
There was a small crack
Which let the light in
Amber and warm
To dispel the gloomy darkness
But left the shadows
So I could see both
Where I was going
And where I’d come from
Emptied fruit crates
For a mattress
Battered and broken stool
For a pillow
A bed unfit
For the delicate senses
And sensibilities
Of a princess
Ah
But for a king?
Ample slumber
In deepest repose
Click a pic
From a speeding taxi
Crossing Jakarta
Months later
While editing
Curiosity piqued
Google “KETOPRAK”
Now I wish we’d stopped
And tried one
A journey
Once begun
Never ends
Overlapping
Those that follow
With belated discovery
But no regrets
For just another
Missed opportunity
On a new day
Of a new year
I remind myself
Do the work
To stay focused
On what’s important
Too close
Lost in detail
Context forfeit
Insight dubious
Caution advised