A VISION
A Vision
contd...
The sky warns those who hear. “It’s getting dark. Time to go,” I tell my son who says, “We gotta come again.” “But why?” I ask. “Haven’t seen enough?” “It’s cool here, a great place to explore.” He makes me think how disorder lures the mind, holding true to what exists, things longing to return to what is not, as when we sleep or when we die, or enter a zone of play in which our fate is cast.
© liveencounters.net POETRY & WRITING Volume Four November - December 2023 Celebrating 14th Anniversary
