Is it here that I will find <br />all dispute and all doubt refined <br />into pure clarity of mind? <br /> Is it here? <br /> <br />The twilit room is cool and still <br />and time seems ready to fulfil <br />the long-held hopes of heart and will. <br /> Is it here? <br /> <br />Outside my window shadow drifts <br />between the tres and Venus lifts <br />above the roofs as balance shifts. <br /> Is it here? <br /> <br />Years have scurried past like days <br />with failures, fantasies, delays, <br />and I have asked a hundred ways, <br /> Is it here? <br /> <br />It must be close. The mirror's shine <br />is trembling as if by design, <br />yet that face surely is not mine? <br /> Is it here? <br /> <br />Is it here and come at last? <br />The present moment treembles, vast <br />with all the future, all the past. <br /> Is it here? <br /> <br />The universe has shed its mask. <br />I step towards a different task, <br />yet one in which I still must ask, <br /> Is it here?<br /><br />Robin Skelton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-hospice/
