In the Multiverse where the Fairies Live
There is no argument
About God or No-God
Mortality or intimations of eternity
It is this
Now
The literal moment
Wherein
One
Treads
(Yes! Can.)
(Yes! Does.)
Across
That stray sod
Of this earth
Into a world
Both
More generous
And slight
And is
Slant
Where everything dances
Like dust motes in air
Illuminated by late autumn afternoon sunlight
Shafting through a window slit
Where all the worlds waltz together
No argument between
Or betwixt
Possibility and probability
We can but dream.
Copyright Bee Smith 2018
That word ‘slant’ as used here is brilliant. “Tell the truth, but tell it slant,” Emily Dickenson said… and that is what you always manage to do in your poetry, Bee.
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Inwas a huge Emily fan as a child. Though have re-read her Hope recently.
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