A grand delusion
At the end of a road
A wrong fork taken
Many eons ago
No one
Ever
Does
I often wonder, then
Am I the blur?
Am I the shadow?
In all those other eyes
I can barely see
And yet
I miss the sea
An urban inlet
Is not a wide sandy beach
On a limitless sea
With breakers vaulting salt spray
Into the atmosphere
An hour or so
Every day
On the bench
By the shore
On the edge of the fog
I wonder why
But I think I know
That bridge has been enough trouble
For us
No
For me
Maybe just for me
Even before the fog
Blessed shade and gloom
In an existence
Which fears the light
Grateful for each eclipse
Beauty in the shadows
Mystery in the illumined
Too bright for eyes to see
In reflections
I see a dragon breathing fire
But just a building
With a light on
Like the child
Imagination still at play
Should the day come
When I see only what’s there
No monsters, no dragons
Which I playfully must slay
How sad I will be
In a world so plain and grey
Vancouver
Gateway
To the outdoors
Adventure’s
Threshold
My city
Beyond them
Is a land secure from
The inadvertent effects
Of being
There
In the silent depths
I listen for the voices of insight
Beyond manifestation
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