The further we go searching for the unseen world,
the further behind us it lags.
Away it runs from us,
as we go reaching.
When all along, around us all the time it’s been.
Beautifully muted, like our wintery landscape.
Visually a soundless time of year,
energetically not all that still.
Reflections of the valuable,
wisdom, knowledge and the power of the unlearning.
All honorably within, and each with their right to remain.
Not all that unique of human frailty and its struggle,
yet nearing the melting of identifications, of bonds and pledges.
It’s not that complex.
Like a prayer for a notably concealed world,
moving silently,
unannounced.
Sophos, you are the universe.
Once seen, it’s all you can see.