It surrounds
Confounds
Stays so close
Familiar yet unfriendly
If there is an artist’s way
Surely it resides
Outside of this…
This prevailing heavy
Eyes lowered
Spirits shy
Tempers triggered
Every night
Press an impression
On the mind
Dress the concession
Left behind
Truth!
Why are you oscillating from view?
Oh, that’s me swinging right past you
Small wonder the fog persists
Yet every time I reach
And trip
And fall
We’re face
To face
I see it all
Written by Trance Blackman. Originally published on tranceblackman.com on 11 December 2016. Revised 13 December 2024.