It may happen – oh, blessed day –
when we stumble across a line
that changes our interior landscape,
maybe even our lifestyle.
It may arrive unexpectedly
yet with swift certitude.
I happened to me when Shakespeare wrote:
“Expose yourself to what the wretches feel,”
when e. e. cumming saw
“. . . the small, sweet clumsy feet of April
came into the ragged meadows of my soul,”
when Jessica Powers claimed
“God sits on a chair of darkness in my soul.”
A single line,
a single thought,
a single claim
and all is forever different.