Book of Revelation

November 17, 2012 § 6 Comments

As I was pedaling questions
This morning in the mist
A striking scene revealed itself
And struck me like a fist.

The sun, already risen
Seared the hanging clouds away,
Blazing blue the sky
As if re-ringing in the day.

Back home I ran a cloth
Along the links I’d stretched and strained
And noted, of the questions
Only answers clear remained.

Where Am I?

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