Today is like all the others,
gray like a barren winter sea,
the sun a pale and heartless orb.
And it’s on days like this,
that I feel certain my journey
is nearing its end.
Only now I see, as I look out
to the distant horizon,
a whirlwind of outlandish color,
trick of the light perhaps,
but no less real.
And in that moment I hear
a note ring out, then another,
and before long a melody
that seems to reflect perfectly
from off the colors.
And I feel my senses inundated,
My fears dissipated like morning fog,
an effect so complete that no space
remains for those thoughts
of a journey’s end
or of some hopeless cruel travail.
I just stand and take it in,
mesmerized in that unexpected instant,
marveling at the colors,
dancing with the melody.
And for that one moment,
it is more than enough.
February 28, 2019
Brian Kenneth Swain