Clarity

Clarity evades me when I try too hard to grasp at it.

Like staring at a fine point on the horizon, it dances out of view

When the effort to focus becomes too precise.

Clarity is an untrustworthy agent;

Coy and playful

and sharp-toothed when it uncovers an unpalatable truth.

A moment of clarity; a realization that can no longer remain unobserved.

Even if we wish for it.

Clarity is liberation.

A refusal to return to a life less satisfying.

It is the tiny voice,

Echoing across a vast canyon,

"I AM PART OF SOMETHING LARGER!"

A universe within a grain of sandthat slips out of grasp upon closer speculation.