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Poem: An Ode to Opacity

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An Ode to Opacity

What lies ahead
I cannot see
But the river
Knows the way
Around the bend

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

What’s o’er that hill
I cannot say
But the breeze
Knows the way
And how to wend

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

What’s ‘neath the waves
I cannot know
But the power
Of their pull
Still tear and rend

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

What calls the wind
I cannot hear
But the trees
Brace their roots
Prepare to fend

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

If I could see and say
And if I could know and hear
Would the boughs still sway?
Would the tides still rear?

If I could know and hear
And if I could see and say
Would the mount stand clear?
Would the turn straight away?

What lies ahead
Don’t tell me, please
What’s o’er that hill
Stay with the breeze
What’s ‘neath the waves
Remain a tease
What calls the wind
Belongs to trees

I’m content in just not knowing
Why the wind it is a-blowing
What the ocean is not showing
If the peak continues growing
And where the river is a-going

So let that stream just slowly bend
And the breeze its routing wend
Wondrous waves can tear and rend
While the trees stand fast and fend

For me I think I’d rather
Not see from here
The end

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

Photo Courtesy Ann Carr

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