There's Sunlight on the path. I see the light

After Pissarro's 'Climbing Path L'Hermitage, Pontoise'

There's Sunlight on the path. I see the light
collect in pools, I cannot differentiate
between the leaves and shadows. Once the sky
seems ever near, sometimes I wonder if I

am not moving through it always. The blues
extend into my nose and mouth, the flattened
surface of the earth, the quick-white bark
of trees illumined. There are a couple buildings

in the distance, when the light recedes
toward the horizon it gets dull. I can't
make sense of all these colors without reason

or rhyme to give them pattern. How the eye
makes images! How she continues to dazzle
the artist with configurations of form!