Blue pearl of sky
Flush with winter sun that
I am relinquished to –
[ensorcelled from the daylight to
which I am abandoned to,]
in the quiet of this instance
I am bequeathed to a vision
of having had privilege, a
crossing of paths in that
second – where we saw Truth
as we’d never seen it –
brief as it was, astral in its way,
it has drawn me to find sanctuary
in my own acceptance – stepping
stones to greater intuition, the way
clouds shed their skin, and dispel a
thin patina of white across the desert
floor, its remnants of time -clasped –

© K. James Ribble