Through star slicks

Atop the wheel
It feels as if
You could touch
The milky way

Glassy rain drops
Provide the foreground
Through which wonders
Are unfolded

No itch to move
No blast of insight
Imagination rushes
Through star slicks

I stop
I listen
I sigh
I imagine

The sky
Lightens
Anything tragic
Disappears

Nothing left
Just visibility
Of truth
Life
Love

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This poem read written for the Sunday Whirl #87 which asks us to write something to incorporate all of these words: top, milky, glassy, unfolded, itch, blast, rushes, slicks, listen, sigh, lighten, tragic, visibility.

The photo I chose to write about is one I took on Brighton on Saturday night; it's off the Brighton wheel and the pier.