For today’s prompt, there are actually two options, because it’s Tuesday, which means a “Two for Tuesday” prompt. They are:
- Write an apology poem, or…
- Write an unapologetic poem.
Your choice. You can be sorry–or not. Or write about someone who is sorry–or not.
Afternoon Nap
I wake to eternity straddled above me
two hard pulses
like through my chest
and I seize
back into my middle-aged body
my heart mid leap
my vision straddling some web
of stars or folded dunes or webs,
or schools of iridescent smelt
or more of a story
hold me
my life mid
extending away into four
(at least)
dimensions around me
It is two in the afternoon
and I have no children to attend to
I have just what my empty hands can build.
I run them over the nap-warm sheet
and they travel where they will
feeling as
awake
they want to do
I could apologize for that.
Beyond the dissipation of that
especially breath
earned
waited for
over
starts the enormity
that will devour me.
That's nothing to apologize for.
I am not much more than light.
Flickering:
Out.
Ecstatic.
Out.
Afternoon Nap
I wake to eternity straddled above me
two hard pulses
like through my chest
and I seize
back into my middle-aged body
my heart mid leap
my vision straddling some web
of stars or folded dunes or webs,
or schools of iridescent smelt
or more of a story
hold me
my life mid
extending away into four
(at least)
dimensions around me
It is two in the afternoon
and I have no children to attend to
I have just what my empty hands can build.
I run them over the nap-warm sheet
and they travel where they will
feeling as
awake
they want to do
I could apologize for that.
Beyond the dissipation of that
especially breath
earned
waited for
over
starts the enormity
that will devour me.
That's nothing to apologize for.
I am not much more than light.
Flickering:
Out.
Ecstatic.
Out.
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