Undone

UNDONE

Easy to rest in the uncertainty 

certain of: the mystery 

aptly named, the question 

whose silence is the affirmation 

of a vastness unsounded, 

the footing ungrounded

suggesting someone is still 

spinning the world. Less comfortable 

when the cloud itself is hazy, 

as in examined closely maybe 

not a cloud at all but cataracts. 

In view of such a fact, or lack

of such, one yet is offered rest in that

the options forward are limited, 

tangible, as when suddenly waking 

to a room you forgot you slept in:

Panic! Or, sit tight and give it time.

Perception and reality may still align.