latitude or longitude

the downfall always starts with broken pieces

especially those not recalled

as the mist rises and illumination returns

the zenith is yet enshrouded

though the river is fully exposed

its motion in contrast

with the stillness of the trees

and the emptiness of the road

once paved with rain

soon turned to gold

crossing the valley into the unknown

we’ve come upon a boulder

blocking the path forward

as the snowdrifts amass behind

struck with a hammer

stones shattered to dust

but with shards scattered and flying

it seems that now we are temporarily blind

cleansing rain shall was our eyes

to witness the arching light

a deviation of vibrancy

against the endless gray

as blue reigns over the spectrum

returning clarity to open skies