Dazzled, by Drew Myron
It’s June. Summer opens and I walk in, triumphant & dazzled.
It’s a wonder, isn’t it? That the world is wide, the heart opens and expands, the sun still shines? Forgive me the Walt Whitman moment; I feel a door of darkness has closed and beyond the threshold life is bright and alive.
It’s the summer season. Bare feet and watermelon heat. Bicycle rides and river swims, my limbs moving and lungs working. Poppies, petunias, tiny wild daisies. No thing unnoticed, or unthanked.
It’s a long dark year and now, suddenly, bright sun and hot days. Excuse the exalt; like weather, my mood won’t last — even now the wind is picking up, fires will start, the virus still boils — I know this, I do. But oh, what a relief, for just a day or two or god-grant-me-a-week, to know delight, to slip into ease.
Picture a sky, a star, a universe of time
I remember how
we would listen
for the almost dark
Night always
soft and vast
a velvet voice
of lingering
By morning
eternity is broken
You wake dazzled
— Drew Myron
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