A wet late spring: summer in Moscow

phew
time passeth
and all understanding has gone
as we labor for another
Moscow
whirlwind
with uncertainty and tremor
and exultance and silent hurrahs
ringing in the upper chambers
of heart and brain
and
soul
as unforeseen
yet not unseen
events change the course
of personal, and perhaps
global dynamics
as unspoken vision collides
with spoken opportunity
and a new chapter unfolds
without a promethean
grasp nor chains
binding us to the rock
heralded from a far country
far from imaginings
yet
opening the Way
for research
school
advanced degree
practitioners in ontology
graduating - to serve
a greater vision.