“Grace”

I saw the sun today

Flames engulf skin its heart conscious of warmth

Elegance should’ve known

––endured the cold ice burn

Cognizant of the black hole

Words scramble, pound around the brain,

but all I smell is the tiger-lily

The meaning is what, obscured, so obvious

Beauty recognized the object, but––

misplaced the letters and sounds

Weave the meaning to make sense of the art

What charm He not carved from the rotting tree where the buzzed bees keep

She weeps, sleeps in dreams

Unto her bed she keeps––

away from the light

How bright He gleams on the world Grace fears

restless on the edge where fragile butterflies die

My––

how the sun shines on the self–

reliance of Emerson’s dissent

but the rugged laugh

batter down the innocent heart prayer found

on this merry-go-round

Too hot––

crawl back into the cave where the dark knows the brain

Grace decays

What purpose is a calculated future

other than a lifetime of non-

existent possibilities?

Make friends did I with the sun today?

––love lost it

            tripped d

                          o

                            w

                               n

                                 and fought

                                                  exhausted.

By: Rae Zablocki