23 June 2009

Mixed Feelings

Premonition

I’ve never known why my
mouse pointer icon changed
depending where it situated
on the screen’s blank page

doesn’t matter anyway
words populate spaces I intend
without agony and there’s no
obvious divine intervention

that is to say, more or less; but I
clearly admit mixed feelings about
not quite understanding something
nearly that miraculous

like sunrise this morning – soaring
unseen a hot air balloon, jets roaring
in dawn’s pristine air created a scene
of bewildering anxiety

clarified belatedly when parochial
trees revealed its ethereal majesty
– and I no-longer felt need for
self-recrimination
© 14 May 2009, I. D. Carswell