revelation

“And the the ocean was no more…”

revelation

when she asked me about revelation I stopped
onions half chopped crowding my cutting board
the scent assaulting me
I stopped
to answer
to tell
stories of world’s end and
horsemen and
books and beauty in chaos
that train-wreck prophet
I always picture with wild eyes
soft lips
arms ready to embrace or evade
like onions
before heat
and oil
when she asked me about revelation
I stopped
her eyes wild
lips soft
arms ready to embrace or evade
like a child
gone missing
this young woman having taken her place
some panic, some evidence rising
to my gut, my heart, my face
then wet and streaming
it was the onions
I’m explaining
and the ocean was no more

©2012 adc

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