by Henry Lewis
On a solitary walk you are never alone
for you are there
and all the yous that ever were,
walking into another you
fresh made of the day’s own flight.
It matters not where you go,
this you now coming down the road
this you only now known to you,
with eyes aglimmer to behold
such infinite treasure in clear light.
A radiance wonderful and much sweeter
than any you that ever was,
this fleeting glimpse of heaven to amaze,
vivid colors dapple painted in wild display,
your new eyes seeing another you
than ever you would have known before.
Henry Lewis is a poet, novelist, and essayist living in the Minneapolis area with his lovely wife. He is a dawn-watcher, a night-sky-gazer, and a sojourner in a strange land. His work has appeared in Veritas Journal, Ekstasis Magazine, Story Warren and others. He has published two nonfiction books and frequently publishes essays on his substack A Curious Light.
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