From this vantage…
From this vantage We have quelled our devils, Torn our veils, And dozed off in the effulgence of Being.
For a time our hopes were recycled, Our superstitions dashed, Our reach for life extended into Flashes of distilled desperation
For a gentle upsurge that drifts and transforms, That subsides and appears again Ever-more slight, ever-more humble, Dallying effortlessly with rambling thoughts along the embankment.
Art: “Argenteuil Seen from the Small Arm of the Seine” Claude Monet