when time before

"...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, 

and if that is not enough, what is enough?"

Vincent van Gogh

is it possible that an existence beyond our-self 

is within a simple sight?

or that  i should  touch a blade of grass 

or fathom distant light

is it stillness that stops this beat once

 known only to my heart ?

or the mist within my reach that gives 

cause for me to stare

the sky a million miles away i hold here in my hand 

what to wonder on its gold

 liquid as a dream

as between the clouds its firmament

 graceful and contrite 

  blue eye to gray 

gray to white - its lighting of my soul

a breath of want to want-less

brings my repentance of all need 

that one could give so willingly 

the shedding 

of their night

   who?  placed this here upon my life

as mine and mine alone

 a silent song of such regard 
un-penned 
 by one
 said keeper of my days

that (i) should forever touch its grace
when time before
it was so neatly tucked away

well out of mortal sight

bkmackenzie 2019

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photo was a gift from a friend 


posted at dverse poets Open Link night