The Flickering Present
Seamless, our projections,
the beacons we cast with each glance,
a cinematic marvel evident
to those gifted with such perception.
The knowledge of what has been,
the potential for what may be,
the defining moment known
only to ourselves, yet offered freely.
Taken in part, they imply
a puzzle, absent key pieces,
but when recognized as a whole
provide the answer to those of keen eye.
This poem is inspired by Stephen Tanham’s words in
The Flickering Present… at SUN IN GEMINI.
“ Imagine that each of us is a lighthouse, and our beams of light
rotate, not to be seen by ships at sea, but to light up a landscape
that is our world. Our brains assemble the flickering images
and create something apparently seamless – our lives – from
what is seen. Things that are dangerous or very beautiful require
us to spend time studying the landscape so that we can spot their patterns in the future.”
His post also appears at The Silent Eye
Also shared with Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub.