I had a dream last night,
Lost in the light of the day,
Until this moment came when
I saw it in another place.
The roaring waves had killed a man,
The people on the beach
Stared with horror-stricken faces
As the newsman did his job.
Last night, I saw those waves,
With my family in a house,
Water rising, water moving,
Rising fear with rising water.
I looked for a way, a door, out,
Anything to flee the water coming.
There was no easy exit,
I knew we had to accept
An end by rising water,
Yet never cease to search
For the door of our escape.
I’m not convinced of prophecy,
But dreams like this unsettle me.
They have within them
Something of a warning
And a hint of truths well hidden.
What is coming, what endangers
My family as we wait?
The waves have always roared,
And families have always died.
And something deep inside
Has always sought a door of leaving.
The people on the west coast,
Who saw the man get killed
By the giant, monster waves,
looked at me and I could see
The same dark, gnawing questions
Burning from their eyes and written on their faces.
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the people along the sand all turn and look one way;
they turn their back on the land, they look at the sea all day.
as long as it takes to pass a ship keeps raising its hull;
the wetter ground like glass reflects a standing gull.
the land may vary more, but wherever the truth may be -
the water comes ashore and people look at the sea.
they cannot look out far, they cannot see in deep -
but when was that ever a bar for any watch they keep.
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Welcome to Distance Haze
Welcome to my blog. I created this little site to share my own journey towards understanding, towards enlightenment...and I wanted to do it to encourage others in their journey. I named it "Distance Haze" because, after 50+ years of life, I have discovered that we cannot see anything perfectly. Our understanding is limited; cherished beliefs may be wrong, impossibilities and heresies may actually reflect truth. As Frost noted, we cannot look out far, we cannot look in deep. But the amazing thing is - that has never stopped us from looking. Perhaps, one day, we will find. Here's to you, in your continuing effort to see through the distance haze. Let me know if you find anything!
Distance Haze
seven miles away
the horizon frames the sky;
that assumes there are no hills or trees,
or clouds to mar the clarity of sight...
a bad assumption on this earth,
filled as it is with water, dirt and life.
seven miles away -
a nothing space, a flicker and a breath,
the measure between birth and death.
And that is on the best of days.
Come humidity or cloud,
when vapor draws around us like a shroud,
and that horizon rushes in
like dust thrown up before a wind,
slaps us mutely as we gaze...
the squinting victims of distance haze.
then, the thickening of night,
when distance haze reduces sight
to just beyond the nose, at best...
yet that is when we fools are blessed -
we cannot see, and so forget.
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