A Confusion of Light

There have been too many travels,
too many twists and turns,
time zones of life
turned over on itself, nothing

staying the same,
the ground under your feet
refusing to stay still,
your only foundation

spiritual, not of this world
that refuses to let you catch
your breath for even a moment
before tossing you in the air like a rag doll.

And so it is, that when you wake
and see the light in the trees,
you are uncertain
if it is dusk, or dawn.

About this poem

“I think,” said the woman I love last night “our karma is changing.” And she is likely right. This is why it is good to have people who love us around us. Sometimes they see more clearly than we do.

And we need that.

Tom

PS – The picture was taken yesterday behind my house. It doesn’t matter if it was dusk or dawn.