Yesterday's Images

Stooping to quench my thirst

on this hot autumn day,

I began, in earnest,

to pull yesterday's images

from the crest of my thoughts.

Without warning,

I was side-swiped

by a blinding free-fall of light, 
flaring across the left side
of my profile.

Squinting sporadically

against this unwarranted glare,

I strained to catch a distant glimpse

of the most beautiful image,

openly peering into

the depth of my soul.

In this distance, 

I could sense the presence

of a higher voice trying
desperately to awaken my attention, 

while the image embraced me

within the cloak of its protection.

Suddenly, 
the voice cried out
a challenge…

It called on me

to rise early tomorrow,

to bear witness

to the day

set before me.

Experience everything,
the voice echoed…

A gift? 

Perhaps.

Offered
at that precise moment

when a plethora
of different emotions

pulsed inside, 
instilling a strong
melancholic ache,

as reflected in my mood.

Standing outside,

facing today,

I look inward,

imagining nothing.

It is only

in the metrics

of this season

that I am

immersed

and therefore,

blessed.

In the silence

of this moment.

my thirst is slaked.

A gift perhaps.