Elaborate Beginnings

The vast expanse of the day

is lost to me –

adrift somewhere out there.

Yet I hold this life

as one might a prized trophy,

endeavoring to understand

the contextual way I fit myself in

to its small sacred spaces –

ever conscious of its continuance

as knowledge floats free of anchor.

. . . . .

Tomorrow

I hope to speak

of elaborate

beginnings.

For now

I draw on vocabulary

in an effort
to figure things out.

The words – 

some of them give

while others 

remain a mystery.

A consequence perhaps,

of their design.

. . . . .

These lovely lamps, these windows of the soul.

~ Guillaume de Salluste