He waits watching the grey undulant hills
to the west. He waits for a happier
life, one he imagines others live now
nearby. Yet in his waiting and watching,
he never sees any look to the west
to see beyond themselves something other
than the horizon which contains their world.
He sees slowly over time his vision
blinds – – blinds even as he looks outward to
what he thinks will bring him a happier
way to live: his desire fooled him with ease.
No revelation is at hand, no dream
to come to fruition in salvation,
no reason to wait beyond the living.
(June 1, 2016)
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