by David Blaber

Relax: why do you
feel obliged to know how storm
clouds part revealing
in a flash, a thunder crash,
the starry Queen of the Night?
or how light alone
can simulate the granite
walls of Valhalla?
Better keep the mystery,
the innocence of your eyes.
If you must, then bray:
‘So, that’s the stage, illusions,
tricks, just like the world’.