I woke up surrounded by the fog
Up close like the softest of blankets,
A second skin that billowed with light
veiling the existence of anything beyond
As the sun grew bright, and the fog began to fall away
there was a play between the diffuse and the dramatic, the veiled and unveiled,
the gossamer now just beyond the sturdy stand of trees –
the action quick and spellbinding, a magic act,
a sleight of hand, but from what to what --
Is it from my inner world to the world beyond?
From being held to taking stock?
From illusion to the fullness of it all?
Whatever it may be, it is a transit both tender and penetrating,
casting beauty beyond any truth I can hold,
a moment outside time
Beautiful! A moment outside time. I am transported into this moment - the fog lifting , inner to outer, illusion to fullness.
ReplyDeleteIt is almost impossible to describe in words such ephemeral, delicate moments of light. This piece does it! Gorgeous.
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