The Vision (poem)

You walk

Out of the mists

And see

A vision

Beholding it

In silence

For there

Before you

You see

Your life

As it fits

Into what is

And that the things

That are

Within yourself

Are all that is

And you cry out

In agony

Realizing

You gave away

Your light

To the things

Of this world

Trying to hold on

And stay here

Where in truth

You are only

A visitor

(Written at Naval Training Center, San Diego, February 1986.)