Glimpse

We stare into the cauldron,

We look and we look,

And we see only black soup.

 

We gaze at the horizon,

We look and we look,

And our eyes are blinded by the setting sun.

 

We peer into the abyss,

We look and we look,

And we see only shadows.

 

We look and we look,

Harder and harder,

Convinced that the answers to it all are there, concealed,

 

If only we could see better.

We concentrate our sight.

We dare not blink.

 

And then, a speck of dust lands unbidden,

Forces us to close those tired lids.

A tear washes our vision clear.

 

Only then do we catch a glimpse of it,

Sideways and fleeting,

and realise that it is not in our capacity to see:

 

the full light of the sun,

the dark depths of the cauldron,

the secrets of the abyss.

 

A glimpse is all we have.

A glimpse is all we get.

A glimpse is all we need.