An Understanding
By day he was a Carpenter,
at moonlight a Spinner of Spells,
professions alike in that
both were Makers,
one of reality,
one of illusion.
His aim was to shelter his selves,
yet something dawned on his mind,
an understanding that
there had come a time
when he must go
into unknown country.
Knowing this to be true,
ignoring his otherwise cautious nature,
he bowed to himself,
turned on his heel,
went below the surface,
where serenity became his life,
without incidents
of reality
or illusion.
©Jack Jordan, 2013
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