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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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