Random Access Poetry: Day Nine
The view from here
is always unclear, obscured
as it is by time, light
and aperture
Years later, we’ll recall
the odd intersections
between the believing
and dreaming
where the faded light
asked us to stop,
and here we are all,
years later, halted
PS — Thanks to Bud Hunt for his daily image sharing for inspiring poetry. This poem is from this photo at this post.