Of unremitting grey
I find a moment
Of pure passion
And joy
The defiant ones
The violent ones
Threw fists in the air
Angry slogans on cardboard
Rallied outside the labs and government offices
Where the people who obviously cared
Desperately tried to calm the population
While they developed theories and protocols
Used every tool of reason and science
In an effort to understand
The gateway’s true nature
Frustrated by
Exhausted by
All the certainties in an uncertain time
The whole grand chaos of truths and lies
I went out of town
Up on a hillside overlooking the valley
Felt the warmth of the sun
As it burned through the gateway
The borders of which undulated
Expanded and contracted
Like a living thing
With rhythms as indiscernible
As the nature of the object itself
I only wished I could fly
Get to the other side
Of whatever had opened the hole in the sky
Be done with all that was unfolding
On this side
The sun seemed like it was reaching
Through the gateway
Beckoning
With a promise of something much better
Than we’d ever known on this side
Or maybe it was just me
Hoping that this time
We’d learn lessons of no small value
And change the world which had existed
Long before the gateway ever appeared
Perhaps I am your shore
The solid ground
You’ll always find
Always there to welcome you
Even if I’ve turned away
I remind myself
The world of distress and fear
Is also a creation of mine
The cloak only gives it power
The palace of true warmth
Is the light of my own heart
Which cannot be sundered
Though wide the sea
Destination obscured
Departure long overdue
From specious sanctuary
Where murk grows ever deeper
Even as hopeful light diminishes
Beyond the narrow passage
Start the engine
Provisioned stores and buttressed heart
Set rudder’s course through narrow passage
Bound for hopeful light beyond
And I in deep repose
Enjoy the gentlest of scenes
Bask in this moment of succulent nothings
Not so stealthy as a virus
But with a smothering effect
Which would someday seem
Not so unfamiliar
A dis-ease
From which none are immune
And all are infected
Rosy sky
Pastel remnants
Of celestial fire
River echoes
Light and land and life
Fuels reflective fire