Becoming Known
Find a place here
in the half light
of a morning where,
still damp with dew
and enameled in ice,
there is calm curled
under trees and dreams
linger in the mist.
There will be a sense
that the morning
has made room for you.
Stop here.
Feel the world pause
in this place of in-between,
before the real intrudes
and sends the day off
shackled to its clock.
Here, there is nothing
to be done
but to listen, let play
a dance of images
to move across your mind,
to feel that gorgeous ache
for something
that is waiting here
for you,
just out of reach,
yet within a breath
of becoming known.
Sadly, all too soon,
crows will appear
dragging their black ribbons
of unholy noise,
bringing with them,
the anesthesia of time.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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