I like to go
When the world seems
A little grey
Places where
I always find
The colour
I’ve been missing
Places where
I always find
The colour
I’ve been missing
Clouds
And mountains
Mingle
In a waning light
The camera records
As a monochrome
How is it possible
There is such glory
In this universe
And how improbable is it
That I am its witness?
The world settles into an armchair
At the end of a long day
Breathes a sigh
Takes a long draw from the wineglass
And lets the worries drift away
Touched
Heard
Smelled
Tasted
Seen
Reasoned
I am out of time
With the world
Out of rhythm
With the seasons of my being
One from Earth
One from Sky
I notice a speck
On the river
A boat
The immensity
Strikes me
Humbling
I crouch down
Inch forward
Lie flat
Wiggle further
And as I near the very edge
A chalk covered hand
Comes over the top
Taking a firm grip
I travel the path before me
Accepting the unknown
Grace, beauty, the sense of the divine
Whether or not these qualities exist in the world
In the objects I observe
Or are a construction of my consciousness
I share the experience of them
With every other human being