I spy what lies before me — simple analog clock pesters me with kronos time – tick, tick, tick fading moon peeks airy consonance from behind a hazy, morning cloud hot teacup invites me to linger a bit longer before the groove of tasks press All a reminder of living, here, in this age of ancient future Yet, I’m most interested in the sensing of invisible ideas imaginative whimsy intuitive nudges This secluded insight takes form in the white space of silence, the unspoken sparkle of a fresh encounter, the dreams that leave an imprint upon waking. This cloaked vision…