The Clearing
I look around me; wow, this is unexpected!
Myriad strangers are milling about (thousands at least)
on the expanse of a plain that feels endless
even though I can see far out
to a horizon of verdant shining trees encircling us all.
The atmosphere here feels incredible
(and I don’t mean just the quality of the air.)
It’s as if wisdom has permeated all those here assembled,
such that a feeling of overwhelming peace abides here.
Within moments, I notice several figures approaching me.
Their eyes, softly radiant and seeking me out,
fall upon me with inexpressible joy.
I see my father, a few of my dearest friends, my grandparents,
my favorite aunt, Joan, and my beloved brother Dale,
who was taken from our family while still in his prime.
He reaches out to embrace me,
and among this sea of souls,
everything becomes
clear.
Feb. 19, 2023
for The Clearing Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
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