Poetry is everywhere; it just needs editing ~ James Tate

As I was looking through old things today, I came across this poem I wrote a few years ago when I was going through a very difficult struggle in my life.  I have shared this poem with a select few in the past and today I share it more.

"The poem....is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful.  And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see -- it is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life." ~ RW

Clarity in Fog
Erica Vaughan Jarrard


Sun brightens, lights mimic
To reveal colors, shapes, movement
Moving to and from, back and forth
Some things never returning, some things never departing
All part of a scene
Constructed of pieces easily replaced to recreate

Tick-tock

Illuminated, the world is visible, in focus
Noises audibly distinguishable.
Lists created, tasks completed, checks marked
Accomplishments achieved, seen but unseen

Tick-tock

Vapor fills the air
Masking surroundings, slowing movement
Colors muted, distance shortened
Perfect circle in the sky, able to see with the naked eye

Tick

Aware, eyes opened, feet planted, fingers curled
Invisible drops embrace and penetrate
Softening skin, bending hair

Tock

Taking more, mouth opens and lungs fill
Inhaling purpose, exhaling extinction.
Centered in a cloud, in myself

Tick

Satisfied, filled, fog knowingly disappears
All part of a scene,
Left to become
All of me

Tock