Half An EpiphanyI cannot see beyond the prowHalf An Epiphany9 years ago in Scraps More Like This
of my reluctance anyhow;
my head's been buried in a ditch,
contented in its cloistered niche
and safe behind a woven shroud.
If only something could endow
my eyes with magic sight somehow,
and guide me toward that daylight which
I can not see.
Then I'd be free to disavow
(at last!) that woman I've allowed
to put my life on hold—the bitch.
And once I tripped that mental switch,
enlightenment would dawn: there's nothing now
I cannot see.