A sudden moment of inexplicable joy,
The sky white with light on a cold dull day.
Sad Rooks, vagabonds hunched in skeletal
trees,
Fretfully cawing:
Shoppers hooded, leaning forward into the
wind
Unaware of the strange beauty of the sky.
The sudden white light illuminating clouds
Fat with ice crystals.
Ice is grey and black when trapped in clouds.
Sackcloth clouds have dragged in a phoney
winter,
Three long weeks before the autumn equinox
Roughs up city squares, brown fields and red
brick houses
With a thief`s impunity.
The thief that sneaked in through the hall and
kitchen
then cleared off fast with my phone and
camera
comes painfully to mind.
My next door neighbour had left the back gate
open.
My next door neighbour has plenty to answer for.
So how come this short lived moment of real joy?
This shattering joy, inexplicable and astonishing!
The clouds aglow as though lit up by fireflies.
The garden incandescent with red roses.
The morning air quite still, dream heavy, free
of diesel fumes.
Time weighed down with silence - my heart beats
loud and clear.
How come this interaction with Satori?
How come such peace in this year of
Covid?
When I think things through I cannot find an answer,
I`ll just hunker down and get on with my day.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
September 7th. - 16th. - October 11th. 2020.
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