Walking back,
already going the way I came,
saw what was to be seen.
Been there, done that,
so why look back?
[of course, it is a wildly
joyful dog who pulls me
out of focus]
the sky is on fire.
Cottony, molteny bursts inviting ecstatic immolation.
Then, at no specific moment, only a before and an after,
exploded magenta rays dissipating beyond my visual field
and intellectual ken.
Awash.
The only word that comes close.
Abundance.
Gratitude.
Humility.
Awe.
These are approximate names,
coarse, earthy, lacking:
equally worthy but still wide of the mark.
Awash.
Awash.
Awash.
(cc) Karen G. Johnston
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