Rare Glimpses

Never the poet when it counts…

Today the sky was like…an event I got to witness

but my words just weren’t worthy of it.

Like having the perfect shot and no more bullets left to fire,

this afternoon crescendo of red and purple light

that felt like staring at the threads where night and day are sewn together.

and when the light was spent we few on benches became silhouettes among

leftover shadows.

Walking back I felt like God had wasted front row seats

to the rarest glimpse of heaven.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s