Hiatus

by Alan E. Nugent

I stand,

Restrained,

As my spirit leaps forward

Into soft, billowy clouds

Of uncertainty.

You call me a fool

For delivering my essence

Through veils,

Beyond knowledge;

For placing a hope beyond

The touch of Immediacy.

But I say to you,

I am a fool,

Not because of my Dulcineas and windmills,

But for not keeping pace

With my most eager spirit.