Strobe

As I stood under the railroad bank

A train of container cars
consuming all my awareness with their overwhelming crashing
(not waves crashing, not gentle or even furious, just relentless – relentless)

The sun on this hot morning rising behind
flooding the spaces between the rectangles of transported goods,
or ills as the case may be

Strobed me

Flash of insight
dull commerce
blaze of enlightenment
dim desire
spotlight of awareness
dark need

bright
blind
bright
blind
bright
blind

until the train passed

the waves returned

the dualistic fantasy abated

and I was back to the healing
far more true
less confusing
those moderate shadows

Composed July 16, 2025