Back To Vapors

Back to Vapors A mild winter sun sets blazing orange. Mist rising from the mirroring pond, sightly blurring sharp-outlined black skeletons of summer trees. The stillness of gray vapors holds silence in thrall! At pond's edge I ask my friend Jim, the astronomer,if he seeks to understand: With a gentle, encompassing sweep of arm, Jim gathers the silence of the pond to his heart, his hand resting there a moment: Directly, then, with wan-wise, glance, Jim says: " Yes, but ...here.....now, you know!" Slightly smiling, then, he turns his gaze back to vapors!