It happened to me this way
nothing spectacular
something that might have gone unnoticed were it not for the deep longing
the desperate sense of loss and seeking keening
my senses and attention
I was on the couch as I’d been there for the past week
early morning
can’t recall if the birds had yet joined me in this day
even
as I wrote
as I felt my pen scratch the paper under the dim light of the one lamp standing at my side
I heard it.
Create an environment.
It meant nothing And it meant everything because
it lit my heart on fire it
sent flames into my belly it
shot cleansing smoke into my brain
and
now here three years later in the same morning sitting pen-in-hand-scratch I
need only remind myself of this so easily unnoticeable moment
this simple unassuming phrase and everything in me
settles like sand after the feet that stirred have passed on
everything in me settles and my sights are set
I know why I am here.