what am i seeing here ?
i stood there
in a certain misgiven moment of stillness
my shadow intact
i surveyed the outline
of who i thought my self to be
yet i saw not
the face of me
i felt the Sun at my back
burning its way
to my center of consciousness
and i realized
that my eyes
could not see
the depth of me
and who i thought my self to be
does the shadow represent me ?
is it my turning away from the light
that spurns me
to venture in these depths of perception ?
errant as they must be
i turn to the Sun
and i am blinded by light
and all i feel
is its warmth
upon my face
radiating through my entire being
what am i seeing here ?
is this the sum
of who i am ?
© 3 December 2012 : william s. peters, sr.
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