Conjuring

Can today assume tomorrow? Time travels without a map, like branches reaching toward the sun.

staring into light
eyes enter mind, as presence
always becoming

Seeking the hour of forever, the question lingers: is it too late or too early?

with smoke and mirrors
the gaps confuse prediction–
nothing is revealed

This may or may not be a haibun, but it was composed for Colleen’s poetry challenge this week, once again incorporating prompt words from the Secret Keeper.  I was also inspired by the wonderful tree and light artistry of Sue Vincent and Claudia McGill.