It’s a blur
All of it
As if through a window
Stained by fog and rain
A beautiful blur
For which clarity
Is not always
An improvement
A beautiful blur
For which clarity
Is not always
An improvement
Now what is near
Seems quite clear
But far from here
Is more obscure
Detail lost
Colour sallowed
Though sun breaks through
Its presence mellowed
Yet, still
I didn’t intend to write the following, it’s just what came out. It’s not really what the challenge called for, so I’ll go back and try that one again. But I thought it was worth posting anyway. . .so here it is.
1. There’s a spiritual sensation of connectedness I get from time to time, a few moments in time that feel as though I’m connected to and can sense the existence of all things, an awareness that there is a grand spiritual reality beyond my rational ken that is graspable by my ever developing being.
Still, there is the blue sky
And the sun
I bask in its warmth
Smell the grass
Breathe the fragrant air
I remind myself
Fog is ephemeral
And there is always this high ground
Above the fog
Even if I can only reach it
By closing my eyes
And remembering this moment
Though the intensity
Brings initial pain
Vision soon resolves
Restoring clarity
I miss the uncluttered I
Standing alone
In an expanse of sand
I linger here
With the sun
My fading friend
As the cool night advances
I am clear and light
As the rarefied air
I remind myself
The fog sometimes reveals
A scale and depth
Often obscured by detail
Light comes
Driving air
Down the valley
Clearing atmosphere
Of smoke and mist
Ohm, I sing
Into heart
Into center
Into spirit