You come to your foundation
through time: as snows layer
their passing, drifting depths
on white temples; or seeing thru
trees, finding a bright clearing
freed from shadows snarl;
in fundamental form separation
chords from lowest frequencies
harmonic composites defining
the wave of your life; in distance
from your source, appearing
to the eye, prospect of crossings
in journeys end, their monuments
you have set, to orient your way.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
July 6, 2010