I ride the path in the early morning.
No humans intersect my meanderings.
Gnats, mosquitoes, and those venomous white flies
Bite at my shoulders and ankles.
If I were to succumb to the thoughts of the day
I would quickly be suctioned into the whirlpool of
Jobless, isolated despair.
Yet today, for reasons I cannot express in words,
I am drawn instead to the filtered sunlight
Strewn upon the trail ahead.
Painted there, those beams of visible light
Become a complete landscape of brilliant,
This artist is well-known to us all:
Painter and sculptor extraordinaire,
Whose artworks are renown.
Perhaps this filtered sunlight
Is a reminder of something yet to come.
More likely, it is a harbinger to what
I already know and have been
Inexorably trying (unconsciously
In spite of the tenacity of the gnats,
I dismount my bicycle and ingest the
Glory of this filtered sunlight:
Its artwork and tapestry will take
Millenium to contemplate.
Let it be so.