Veiled Landscape

And now it was a live, cold sea:

What was the veil we could not break through,

The great veil in consciousness,

The ultimate light we were trying to get to?

What was the dim seaside city-

Disordered-we knew so well,

With features of which we took note,

Unfamiliar, yet told off by rote?

'What was the sea's dark, muddy swell?

We were bewildered, not craven,

We could find no way, yet could not digress:

We were bound for distant places,

We looked for ferry, railroad train, car

Without fare; we questioned things as they are;

Among strange people and faces.

We ran wide of muddy waters,

We skirted seas, we sought dry land,

We sought home, we sought haven,

In a veiled landscape we could not understand.