Debts

obscured is my vision

although I can clearly see

that which is in front of me

as well as that which

is not far away...  but,

the fog prevents further 

sight even though I know

what is there as I have seen

it clearly thousands of times;

obscured are my memories

from the old and from 

the new...  there is no

reason to see more than

is due...  however, more

is what I know and more

is what I believe even

when my vision fades

with our without the fog...

and when my sight returns

I see not what I want to see

but graveyards of distant souls

buried years ago and the

dirt that covered them is

washed away by the rain

and now they float freely

in the air in front of me

reminding me of the debts

I owe each one of them.

3 October 2021