Of Course Not

Of Course Not

When light sheds upward from

the upward edge

of a mighty thunderhead,

and sends beams straight,

curling along

the curved firmament

                 boundary

of my perception,

appearing to reach out towards me,

at the angle of eagles’ wings,

I, too, am lifted to soar the skies

                                and bathe in the light,

                                                and climb those lines to the apex,

                                apparently directly above my head.

But this vision is a mirage.

My feet are planted.

Truly the light is far from me,

On the other side of the storm.

I am standing in its shadow,

                as it flees, falling off the edge

                                to shed its light on the other side of the world.

Such soaring must have meaning.

I did not delude myself,

                force an illusion

                                to build myself wings to fly.

                Mirage?

Why should my mind make myth

                of what just

might have been meant for me?

I don’t need such visions

To weather a storm

Or endure the dark of night.

                                                                            Of course not.

In response to a picture posted by Doug Van Niel