See The Possibilities

THE MIRROR

The gentle heart looks out,

Sees a gentle Earth

On a gentle day

In a gentle year.

A sad heart

Sees sadness

Everywhere it looks,

Permeating now and here.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

If I were shoreline

You would be my sea.

I’d exist without you,

But differently.

Not shore, I’d be indistinct

From other land.

You define me

More than I, you.

Sea is sea

Whatever shape

Its shore imposes.

But land

Beside the sea

Is more than other land,

Its edge reposes

Specially.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Sea of Seas,

Whose consequence

Of these -

the doubt -

Is more

Than mountain mist,

Becoming

See of Sees

Beyond the shore,

Sun-kiss'd.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Ring of mirrors

In the fog,

Jutting facets

Cutting through the mist,

Certainties

More and less uncertain

In their tumultuous seas;

Reality the realer

In unrealities.

Oaring by, -

Momentarily

Sense, suspended;

Sight, obscured;

Sound, muffled;

Globe, shrunken;

Air, dense,

But for the certainty.

And I, whence.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Rings upon the water

Arise from their own source,

When stirred.

Your gaze expands to see them

Fanning out, acting upon

Reflections of the sky.

Your own effect

Is all you bring,

Is all you have.

It is your footprint

On the belt of time.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Seagull circling

By the shore

To view the harvest-tide

Has need of it.

I, too, have need

Of ebb and flow

And food for soul

To grow

Which love yields

Plentifully.

I sigh, - I know

That every day

Is harvest time!

My tide

Comes in

With you!

______© Nellieanna H. Hay