Clarity

My glasses tend to tilt a little leftwards - slightly crooked if you ask me.

But I could still see that it was all too clear.

A lingering fog cast over the city today...but it was all still too clear.

Grief, sadness and mourning overwhelm our visions of a future without you...but it was all still too clear.

Our eyes fluttered restfully, our yawns as big as our awe to you, as we slipped into food comas after indulging at your favourite seafood restaurant...but it was all still too clear.

It was all still too clear on a day when our sight should have very well been clouded - on a day dreaded but still hopeful.

A leader was laid to rest today; a seed was planted if you ask me. And it was clear, it was all too clear...that we are proud to call ourselves your sprouts.

“...we are proud to call ourselves your sprouts.”

We laid flowers on you today, so you’ll know exactly how we wish to bloom, so you’ll know exactly how to guide us to such beauty.

That, was clear to us.

I’d have a feeling you’d make that clear to us. After all, clarity is not always our ability to see in the presence of light. Sometimes, it’s a gauge of how much you make do in debilitating darkness.

A lingering fog cast over the city today and I believe it was you, the all- encompassing you.

That, was all too clear.

What was clear to you?