Sights and Sounds

a southern light falls into my eyes each morning

with sights of muted fall colors and sounds

flow freely through the air along the valley and

into the great smoky mountains in the distance;

space above my head covers like a hat and

extends forever up and away into our

solar system and beyond...  silver overcast

hides the stars that shine brightly at night,

as we wonder what is up there and where

it all goes each day...  as if it's endlessness

has a destination and causes our spacetime;

deja vu feelings follow us around constantly

seeing and hearing all that we should not

while dreaming of all that somehow could be;

a northern fall extends below the horizon

of its own boundaries as it creeps into

warmer weather...  dimensional discord

plays with the strings of life and southern

sympathies stray further than anticipated;

we think of nothing while dreaming of something

and the contradiction fills our consciousness

with all the fears of our impending destiny...

into the sky we reach for answers from ancestors

who traveled the light that now fills our eyes

with all the hopes and aspirations they left

behind forming the foundations of our growth;

a southern light fills a northern fall and we

look into our future for answers...  other

dimensions create the future we demand.

13 October 2021