ManicDDaily

Here’s a poem I’ve been playing with for the last few days. (Anything but work on old Nanowrimo manuscripts!)

Though it’s still rough, I’m posting it today for the wonderful dVerse Poets Pub Open Link night.

Epiphany

I would really like to have an epiphany
that doesn’t involve the realization
that death happens.
Why can’t my great enlightenment
alert me to the fact that
chocolate happens?
That peppermint explodes in the mouth?
That eggs are unblinking
(until the yolks crack)?
And that the love that always forgives, that is,
the love you give to me,
is not like the sun at noon–everywhere–
but rather a pale pre-rosy dawn that
barely nudges the landscape, lifts but an
edge of shadow, illuminating
the flickering eyelids of
only one–a poor light sleeper, who,
at the waning
of stark night, feels the glow of your hearth
at her side, and inside,
the sudden certainty that even
that star whose contours
cannot be traced
in the quotidian sky
pulses on.