I see so clearly
and am sure I know what is real; cause and effect, color and touch,
all true to form, dependable to my senses.
But then shake and shimmer ripples,
the dark beneath the light rises
where I thought all was solid—
and I wonder at my surety, and I wonder where my doubt meets truth.
All the years and all the rules, all the parameters of safety,
and here there is a whirl,
I see so clearly; but beyond, beneath,
weighted water is fingering through, and this tangle is
where my faith meets doubt,
and innocence meets new vision
that would sometimes refresh and yet often overwhelm.
I always felt secure with safe edges, but this evanescent gathering of particles is
but a reflection of what is real beyond.