Zero visibility possible,
you read aloud. The logic’s water-tight:
there’s always a good chance for lack of sight.
We left late. This valley’s crossable
on good days, but today, the signs are flashing
Dust storms may exist. Or they may not.
Mirages shimmer like our love, caught
somewhere out there just below being.
Is there nothing here to see, or can
nothing be seen?
So we drive on, enmeshed
in what may not exist, our baffled flesh
tumbling down this road that hope began.
In zero visibility, we gaze
into the hazy now and then and always.
—J. C. Scharl
YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE
The Critic as Artist
In this episode, Dana Gioia joins R. R. Reno on The Editor’s Desk to talk about his…
A Rudderless Odyssey
There is much to like about Christopher Nolan’s Odyssey. The movie is visually stunning; the set pieces,…
The Dot, The Dash, and Everything Between
In the latest installment of the ongoing interview series with contributing editor Mark Bauerlein, Florence Hazrat joins…
