GLIMPSE

(A)

Priestess of my heart
Wreathed in wet meadow
Lavender, glimpsed
Rising in a circle of coral
Chambers, buried in
Shafts of light, a piercing
Sun invading her depths
My vision veiled future
Covering beneath blues
Caribbean marines to turquoise
Layers of living, between
Sleep and waking, a peace
Pervading stillness free
From the feigned struggle
Of ignorant mortals
My mind merging into
Without fear from 10,000 meters.

(B)

If we could only step back
Seeing ourselves there, dead
On the bed, a surprised world
Mourning about us, we would
Enjoy that moment of clarity
Separate from our routine
For what we call:
“Coming to our senses”
Is only glimpsed at, in sudden
Moments, waking from a dream
Time out to rest, see clearly
For a second, before the exigencies
Of life, that we have permitted
Envelop us again.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    Palmares, Costa Rica