What is happening to me?

Just beyond my reach
Is something I should know.
The quiet whispering of new senses
Murmur in the back of my head.

There is something important out there.
Comprehended only in fragments,
It speaks of profound mystery,
And suggests resolutions.

Like a blind man learning to see,
I am presented with random patterns
That convey new knowledge
When put together properly.

Stumbling about in the dark,
I should be able to find my way.
The information is all there,
But I do not yet know how to use it.

Across an abyss of unknown,
I feel a new bridge under construction.
When will it be finished?
How soon may I cross?

When that time comes
I will plainly understand
Things that existed outside of me,
Things that I could only guess about before.


	23 February 1979
	by Bill Cattey