Under This Cold Gaze
The connections
are tenuous, even the important ones.
The fragility mostly goes unnoticed
until something breaks.
Structures though give a sense
of permanence and become beacons
that promise safe passage.
But this is a facade, a brief lull
in the chaos that measures out
a life and then, beyond,
the numbing timescale
driving everything further
and further apart.
And yet,
even under this cold gaze,
there are moments that seem
to come from elsewhere,
something reaching through
to ignite the ordinary,
as when, today at dawn,
a tree released its treasure
of noisy birds and a lovely face
carried the grace of first light
into the still morning.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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