Cliff Edge

Last night I dreamed,
I wandered the grounds of a resort development,
unfinished construction,
perched precariously on redrock cliff edge.
I peered over the rim,
Shocked.
Shocked that more land was consumed,
Shocked these buildings were right at the precipice.

I am an ascending art star,
while the entire world,
especially the art world,
crashes all around me.
They say I am to paint, no matter what,
as Picasso, Matisse, Miro, Beckmann
kept painting
while the world raged around them,
in the darkest days of war.
Is this my way forward?
This time feels different.

Those around me hope and believe
things will turn around within a few months,
while clutching tightly to their dreams.
I think otherwise --
that a huge payback has come due.
Uncharted territory ahead.
Witnessing the unfolding
of events long awaited,
unsurprised.
But what would I accomplish,
in sounding the warning cry,
I am signaled to keep this to myself.

Hard to know,
how to find my way forward.
Groping in darkness,
looking to the Light within,
resting in the Ground of Uncertainty.

10/5/2008