Monday Morning Poetry, January 1

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A Line


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.


Robert Morneau