Divination
It's demanding even in hindsight.
It's hard to see a connecting light…?
When it's apparent all around is night.
So who can foretell a hidden knowledge?
When enlightenment; comes only to those
On a skiff afloat on, thoughts, past tense.
After; a long interlude of inner voyage
Whom amongst us; can still be inspired
By that enigma of understanding, that
Day follows night that dawn follows sunset.
Divination…
It's difficult even by this hindsight.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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