The Vision
"I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough"
After Apple Picking - Robert Frost
when comparing looking through a lens with not there is an awareness
much like through the eye of a poet
distortion falls away rather than into place
and there's an ache from the beauty of a street or a face
it's funny what becomes invisible in those moments - arranged beauty disappears
it's a feeling that's seen
like the essence that existed in a tunnel of time
transportation of an echo of myself to a place where I've filled in the outlines with knowledge I hold
I saw a man with long hair and a long beard today, tainted yellow from cigarettes
his hair though beyond shoulder length held the shape of a long ago hair cut
his face troubled as he walked with purpose early in the morning
there was a space in time that man was happy
and though I passed in my car I felt it tangibly around him but separate from his form/a barrier in place
I'd seen poem after poem until that point then they stopped
like a line was crossed
and grey descended until I arrived
then I got the last parking space and messaged my manager that I was late and he said "don't worry, the meeting was cancelled"
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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