Digression on a Theme



Whatís here is not a flame; more like a voice
that briefly speaks, then fades to nothingness,
leaving enigmas no one can reduce.

Or if itís not a voice, then just an urge
to shape the shifting world that looms so large
and imprecise on visionís ragged edge.

Not even an urge in that too-frequent time
when all you seek is just a quiet room
in which to escape the fast, persistent stream Ö

But only ticks of seconds passing and
fog lifting for a glimpse, then settling in,
then by the grace of chance lifting again.



 Jan Schreiber