Clarity

The morning brings a sense of clarity
so they say
after sleeping on the questions of
the day, like salt crystals
disintegrating with the sweat of
the night, absorbed into the skin
becoming one with the truth beneath it,
gone, evaporated into answers from
the center of the subconscious
honest, truth but
the answers change
morning to morning
even though the questions remain
the same, morning to morning
just as the sky presents its blue today
its gray yesterday, its nourishing rain
before that, the hue of the
resolutions change, whilst no
decisions are made, no action taken
such constant transformations
raise more salt beneath a dream
is it possible, to not know -
to not know the desires of the very essence
that breeds all thoughts, all words,
all emotions for and about, for,
when all that is revealed in several days' time
is uncertainty, what other inference
could be made? Today it was as clear as
it was yesterday, it was the day prior, yet
such clarity does not promise harmony
in its consistent use,
knowing the answer is an impossibility
having the answer is not
the answer, no,
to relish in all that is unknown
to revel in the mystery
to savor the anticipation of
tomorrow's irresolute clarity
is the answer.

- Jessica Mary