what person could have known how a cataclysm rolls in slowly obscuring the towering force of nature what person could have known that there was a tip to that tower how cold is the view from its peak now clouded by teardrops now rising through though heaven made mist of the sky rising from a cotton mouth to make a liar of the tongue what person could have known for we do not speak of a lonely tower but to climb it we do not speak of a distant summit but to find it we do not speak but we see it rising from a bluff on a cold shoulder turned away from gruff land on a plain sky residing it is not enough to pierce the sky to see through it where there is a window there is a view it must be seen to be true where there is a cloud there is the sun shrouded though it seems get high enough to find the clue what person could have known that you were here alone watching for a break in the storm unless it was them all and the tower was home to everyone all at once
Been a while since I wrote but the storm rolled in, itβs raining in Sydney and I have finished teaching for another year. Time to reflect on success and failure. We reach out and hope to enrich even a single mind, too often trapped inside our own fear, but we try