I keep re-reading the same article,
each time advancing one sentence, then falling back
into incomprehension, pausing to evaluate what I don't know.
the words are like the clouds in the evening sky,
grey to the east, stretched out like lions after
a big meal on the African savannah.
to the west, the last light glows pink on
the undersides, in a few minutes
they will be grey.
As dim as my understanding of this article
that is my life.
We wonder at each decision,
its underpinning and whether it's
underbelly is lit by beauty or
requires a re-reading, and so I
re-read the same article, advancing
sentence by sentence.