Of Course On Course
I watch the scene no one else sees.
It’s me before a momentary pond held
at the edge of an aging parking lot. It’s midnight,
and like a quiver full of arrows, the rain falls
in a magnificent arching descent,
exploding in a flash of silver and white
as they hit the pond's quick skin.
The surface is taut then lax, wrinkled then smooth.
Impression. Realism. Impressionism.
Realism. Within the black water,
they will wait for a cloud lift.
Ascension. Falling. Ascension.
Falling. And none of this will ever
seem like anything but home.
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"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." ~ Albert Camus
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