A view of stars through a break of clouds Aug. 13, 2014

 

Through a break of clouds and yet dampened landscape, I spy stars, the tinny twinkling that hints of a universe much larger than our imaginations dare create, this walk along this stone wall beyond which and below shows the cragged face of the Palisades I can see better near the short yet cling here to this place like the heroine of an old silent move, thinking of her – a few blocks westward, yet lightyears distant. I cannot reach that star regardless of how potent my rocket is nor see her shape too clearly beyond the mists. She twinkles in my mind and imagination, star so bright her light cannot be diminished even by the outrageous tempest of the skyline across this river from where I stand, yet I get mere glimpses of her, the fading in and out as the clouds come and go, her face, her shape, lost in the mists, the covering and uncovering, a perpetual tease I bring on myself, yet cannot resist, and so, I sit here on this promenade, waiting for a shift in breeze to whip the clouds away, for a moment, for a glimpse of heavy I can never reach, a tease I must endure, a peek at perfection, I accept as a gift of gods I know I can never attain.

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