I Looked Off

I looked off Into great distance… Little things No longer distinguishable- Those subtle differences I could never name Anyway, Could never paint, Stubbornly refusing The prime of my colors, Shapes and strokes Of my pithy brush- My mind a sieve Of contours And dripping questions Muddied In rivers of endless Flowing debate… It is here At great distance, Where topics come together In a somewhat-blur, Clearer for lack of Definition, Sort of like Closing one's eyes to see more… Or one's ears To feel vibration Of deception, And sense true Hearing inside, And sound an honest But dull imitator- The real mystery of Resonance-atmosphere One it will never give up- A jittering tease Of provocative molecules… It is here in distance I come to retrieve myself- That stick I long tossed a time ago- The reminder I placed In a bottle And pitched to sea Way back when, Now washed ashore Seal intact- Ink fresh as ever- The near twinkle of glass The same twinkle I sent On its way… It is here In distance That I find you near- The macro Out of the micro, The world-speck, Grown universal- Sails Not pointed up Nor down Nor out But in- To the here vastness, The seal of self broken, To be read fresh Back from the dark of searching, In new light The star uncovered I always had And needed blinding to see…