A Poem a Day (703): Water, fire, air

 
Water, fire, air
 
In essence,
the sense of something
idealised, unrealised, tragic.
Reason is, as was,
as is the presence of absence.
 
Where we are stood, a tree.
It bows in blessing to the moon.
 
Struck, we rewind,
let slide, ourselves, on broken snow,
for we are how we never were,
upside, key side, the fallen out,
belief suspends. A yearning box.
 
A pool of water reflects.
Fire extinguishes. Air betrays.
 
Known is only a remnant
of the thing, pulled out in opposites,
never warned, and ever lost we sleep
in knowing nothing is as meant to be.
But we are human. Undesigned.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, February 1, 2025