From different vantage points, the island sharpens
from old man laid out dead upon the skyline
to three proud peaks upon the world’s edge.
And seen at different times, headlands looming
closely after rain, distance themselves
through hazy veils. We lift our eyes
from weathered end-of-season sights. Autumn,
with fingers soft and lingering, lightens both
land and heart; bright glints of newness.
And all the pointless fights that come
from thinking we can only see one way, fade
into nothingness. A glow of light upon
the drabbest land, a glimpse of love around
embittered hearts, and everything turns
somersaults. We must un-self ourselves,
untangle all that wearies one another,
journey with our difference, and savor
all the common wonders of our world.