A Poem

cracks open the clouds
once held hidden and
the winds inside blow wild

A thunder—
beats tympanum to unbolt
what was locked inside
A flood of tears washes away
the sediments deposited

over the storms,
only in the aftermath,
the horizon begins
to appear what is
beneath the sky
and above the sea

Stillness in blue
radiance of light
lucidity of what it is

In infinity

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Please kindly visit a couple of my poems in the series.


The Swing