,A moment of the sublime
On a trip that lasted long time
ideas were tested
until their bare bones were exposed
shown to be weak and brittle.
Experience turned out not to be
the best teacher
becoming another collection
instead of the answer.
Hard work was just that, hard work
yielding no redemption.
People came and went,
friendships formed that didn’t last.
All was repeated until the repetition itself
caused physical suffering
becoming the only trustworthy sign
that this period was coming to an end.
All along there were these few moments
upon staring at a field,
or catching a certain light in the camper,
or seeing a particular building looking timeless,
or a rock formation providing solidity,
or the completeness of a person’s movement,
or a face I could look through,
that hinted of the beyond, the intangible, the untouched.
The only surprise was that this also took place
before and after this journey,
the sublime bearing itself
at its appointed time,