Truth Of Meeting – a poem

Shards of sharp truth fall

From slightly cloudy skies,

Expected yet unexpected, secrets

Of far off seen skies, scudding…

*

The glow of late winter rising sun,

Orange orb dwelling low in clouds,

Visible for the weather, a sight

As of a spherical god looking down.

*

Impromptu and unplanned trips

Out of one’s comfort zone alone…

And delivered unto the cityless land,

Into that breach, for a soul to reach…

*

A fell journey? Hardly?

Cold more like, kin to the ‘membrances

Of sweet acridity in the laboratory

Where sane jealousy plotted death.

*

Yet such prospects may be set aside

For the nonce, A hope to spring

And be made real in meeting, synergy

Formed from fractured parts joined whole…

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