Frequency

Rarely ever so by chance,
do we meet up
above the haze of earthly demise
and too often we're left phased
under the foul shade
of a cloud striving to give chase,
and fade into.

An eternal affair, melting the cowl
you've been shying behind,
self shaping to belong.

Sadly,
by the time of the fiendish racket,
we'll have missed a kind kind of dust,
one that seldom settles,
seldom lingers on our jacket.

Ian Fisher

Atmosphere No. 91 (Cold Division)

60x60" oil on canvas 2017.