Friday, January 6, 2012

Epiphany


We closed our eyes 

And then the heavens 
Opened and we heard 
That unmistakable sound 

Of rain arriving hard on the wings 
Of an insistent wind, 
Our eyelids softly fluttering. 


2 comments:

  1. Beautiful, delicate ending, heralding consolation, peace, a respite -- or, could it be, the arrival of some unanticipated, overwhelming, even calamitous moment?

    That openness, the fluttering of the heart as well as the eyelids. Lovely.

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  2. Glad you saw/heard that reclusive heartbeat here, Tom.

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