Worlds, whirling, waiting….

Worlds, whirling, waiting….

It was one of those moments when you have all the time you need, and can’t get enough….

Juncture

Mingled mist, mind.

Loosed vision, an impulse of the eye

strains to see the lifting dawn,

the shimmering dance of sunrise.

Surrounding sound peals the senses,

I whirl and stretch to the horizon, a stroke in air,

the great broad sky beyond my reach,

I dip one toe and the ocean swallows me entire.

Undeniable, ineffable world outside my world.

June 24, 1995

Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2016 All rights reserved.

Published by Whispers, September 20, 2015 Northern Stars, November 18, 2016

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