Wednesday, December 18, 2019

crisis



Crisis:
(“a decisive point in the progress of a disease, 
that change which indicates recovery or death” Latin
also from krei-root (to seive), krinein, to separate to 
distinguish to discriminate-Greek)

jolted me awake, outside myself
only to find myself-upright-
reflecting inside squinting
the first S of this ultimate
silence in a feminine sunrise,
and savoring the final T
of the next fiery sunset,
                       this too shall pass, 
green flash-
I spin, and reel and feel
too thin, out of alignment,
this mis-a-line-meant
Crisis 
            was coming,
bones were showing
and there was much to do
about what cannot be undone
in one revolution
nor by
            coming back
to room temperature.

Painting by Ross Turner (1847-1915), "Sunset, Cape Ann, Mass.' c. 1861-1897) in Public Domain.

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