Backyard Outback

Within a crack in grisly clouds one night I briefly glimpsed the redish-orange hue of the Australian desert poking through— pillars of bunched up puffs, in the colored light of a sleepy sun’s rosy rays,—and the might of such a sight struck my soul’s drowsy blue. So suddenly my heavy spirit flew like a falcon to that unequaled height. And soon returning home, I shut the door on that marvelous fantasy of mine. The evening heavens, far from human reach, yet teach me a quite foreign form of speech,— that of mysterious, metaphoric sign.? Thus I transcend myself,—find something more.