Reality I Think I See, May Be

Sometimes when it’s too late to be too early, And it’s too early to be too late, I walk through the city to find clarity. The wind playing lightly Across my face Like gentle kisses. And the whisper of leaves Encourage a love of silence. It seems in some moments We are more present Noticing the subtlety of life All around us. The depth of moments Pass by. Tiptoe in A narrow line. We are hardly ever Present. And never truly There. We don’t know The sights in their Forms Nor do know time. The human illusion Is too well done And our reality Grips us tightly. J. Niles