Can today assume tomorrow? Time travels without a map, like branches reaching toward the sun.
staring into light
eyes enter mind, as presence
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.
Undream these endings.
Unspell these words caged by time.
Unsorrow this song.
Between stars watching. Neither
old nor new. At last, complete.