Quietude

Quietude,
My mind unruffled, limpid,
Circumnavigating memories
Like wet rose petals
Or wet tourniquets;
So much stored:
Moment, sight and relation,
Feeling and faces –
So real and alive again,
Transmuted inside and altered
Unrecognizably;
My experience yawns back
Farther then I see with conscious gaze,
Like a ship spanning lookouts to the horizon
But no more;
Like bubbles in a stream
I see your face now
And gauge my own reaction,
Chaos transmuted
In abrupt perspective –
Things weren’t as bad as I thought –
But then the bubble bursts
Again
Gracious light collapses,
It’s gone.