In preventing clear sight, you encourage insight,
O mist of memory.
You are a galaxy of water in a universe of air;
You introduce us to the mystery of short horizons
And the ever-present possibility of
Revelation.
When you descend upon us--
We that are on land,
We that are warm,
That do not struggle for our very lives--
You whisper a secret,
Promise a new truth:
That when the curtain is lifted,
And the old truth is renewed,
We will newly understand
That what is brief is beautiful,
What is shrouded
Is sure to return.
--Mr. Gobley
