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…