In my life
I see the sun
Shining on me
As it always has
When clouds have cleared.
But though the metaphor
Is comforting
(As is the warmth)
Something’s lacking –
Something I have sought
All my days.
I’m still hoping
For a mote of understanding
Floating in the light.
And it’s seldom there
Or never
Depending on my standards,
Depending on how hard
I may insist
That it be true,
Not just a hunch,
Not just a bit
Of undigested lunch.
©2018 John I. Blair, 12/29/2018
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