Escape - A Transcendentalist Poem

June 4, 2012
When I walk

(descending through the pendulum of the city)

… I yearn for an open space.
My throat thickens in the congested


because as we see ourselves,

through nature and

the Sky sees us --

under an open veil of velvet sky.

Here I am at mercy to truth.

But from my perch

in the city,

the Sky above me is

incapable of

seeing anyone but

rather it

hides -- under the smog

and the

dulled lights that stain

the horizons.

If only I could find an open space,

for as we see God, as

we see nature,

as we see ourselves,

the Sky would see no different. ~

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