Storms of Illusion

You know there are

moments

of clarity

When  you cast about

for some

predictable plan

Until the storms

of illusion,

break, upon you again.

Sweeping away

the sense

of just being

That vision

but a moment

grasped

As the days

like gods,

must,

trundle past.

But creator

praise

what you create

And remember

each day

is dear

Each day

a 

pivotal day

Until one day

the last

is here.

12/19/10