Clarity

Clarity

Anything but all in
is not it.

As when you step from filtered air
to fresh air —
clarity is clear.

As when you put on
new prescription eyes —
confusing,
but clear.

Clarity may cut too deep for comfort,
but it’s truth,
and I choose it.

Choose clarity —
the only way to know.

Feelings, thoughts —
they ripen in clear light.

Prefer the pain
that clarity rains.
Prefer its love,
the same rain.

Dilution has its time —
if you know what, why, when,
where, who, and how it is.

For clarity is choice,
and choice is freedom.

Clarity.