Not easy recalling when dream state
And landscape merge,
Navigating visceral as another
Foreign land appears
Between the dreamed and actual,
Some third state of being,
Yet another way of seeing,
A transitory candle in a winter wind
Lit and buffeted by unimagined unknown
Grays, and snow
Pale in a once rose-tinged sky
Lighting the way home,
The sweep of wind erasing hints
Of anything
Until the changing day drops
Deep onto the hills and fields along
The lakes and between them
All the blue, the twilight light,
Breathless blue, translucent, dense,
Eliminating delineation
And I had been thinking to myself
Take this photo, try to take this photo,
This one, this, until I said,
I can’t,
And I told myself,
Remember.
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