Spirituality

I wake before dawn each day

For one year, I map the exact location

The nexus of first flame to horizon

Neither static nor unpredictable

Over time, the swath of entry

Is surprisingly large

East is a somewhat relative term

I walk before dusk each day

For one year, I chart with precision

Where last flame intersects with Cnoc Ceannuch

Neither static nor unpredictable

The departure zone is surprising large

West is a somewhat relative term

Every day, I observe the four dimensions

Light, width, height and time

I witness the variations within limitations

I stand in awe, gobsmacked, many times

But sometimes, like last night,

I see the fifth dimension.

Unpredictable.