Uncommon Lucidity
Disregarding the familiar closed habits and
Washed into mind by morning’s arrival so quietly, then raging
Questions of this new intoxicating radiance in her garden
Spiraling in this foreign, brilliant white illumination, unfamiliar and exhilarating
Momentarily unconcerned by it
Questions will not be put aside today, cannot be covered, or oppressed
Disregarding the familiar closed habits
Driving her thought, separate from rational reflection
The recollection of the moments when reason, judgment and deliberation were
Left behind for moments of serenity in the brilliance of him, a tourist
Falling into this sway, this swell of movement driven, driving
Exploring the significance of this circumstance and touching it, grapsing it at times
Disregarding the familiar closed habits
Senses recalling the sights, smells and the contact, I let her take pleasure in it
No curtain over it, allowing it to silently overpower her
The moments over time, building into a narrative, quietly, softly
Carefully treading in this, with feet bare, footprints almost unseen on undisturbed soil
Again and again sharing seconds of humanity wrapped in familiarity and fear
Disregarding the familiar closed habits
In time, minutes and hours shared laying in the pools of temporary light he brings
Her tourist helping with comprehension, guiding when asked
Willing to share his own translation, the peaceful philosophy reaching her
Imparting and changing perspective, changing the gardener’s promise
His careful liberating freedoms, tolerating exploration, she welcomes him
Disregarding the familiar closed habits
Let go, uncommon precious beliefs, thoughts, gifts, pristine and unspoiled
Reason becomes need, granting the tourist passage into this glassed-in garden
Feels his breeze, his warmth, the depth of him, his movement, she smiles
There is no other place so reverent, so warm, and kind, built for him
Uncommon, imagining the tourist has never, will never be so adored, so treasured as here
If he knew. She laughs, and then
Regarding the familiar closed habits
Recognizes that gardens are most common, shared with ease and naturally for most
Nothing remarkable of hers but its solitary audience being
Unaware of his own presence there
Copyright © Tracy Delage | Year Posted 2008
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