I opened my eyes and saw first
light and closed my eyes
wanting a dream to take me
into the day. None came so
I got up to look into the mist
of last night’s rain seeking
something vaguely familiar
like a fallen feather from
an Angel’s wing, a bear track
glittering with gold dust,
the blues intertwined
with a hymn, some sign of damnation
and salvation and beauty in a seamless
robe, a seamless story, a poem
with metaphors of love human-and-divine,
bodies as wineskins holding the elixir
of life. I saw nothing then looked
at this page and saw I’d seen everything
I was looking for – even the one I
made no mention of.
-Byron Hoot
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