I can see a hundred feet
but not a hundred yards
and what I know to be
may not be there at all;
there are no instruments
to guide my eye sight
and no radar to warn but
instincts once powerful forces
of nature remain unseen;
harbingers of life yell retreat
while a cat's curiosities
move forward on padded steps
gliding silently like a boat
on a serenely smooth lake
of water vapors and currents;
I can see a hundred yards
but no further now as life opens
up her eyes to another day,
and my imagination is once
again replaced by the familiar
taste of Arabian coffee.
13Jun13
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