Photo by Yoni Kozminsi on Unsplash.
words are flailing
lost then leap
like the glow
of fireflies
out of the dark
suddenly
what you did
not think
approaches
your cognition
and, as if
you always
knew, lights embers
of memory
clears the dark
a little
and leaves. then
now knowing you
are not blind
but living
in a darkened
world, look skyward
for light
M. James Burke is a Boston native. From the age of ten, when a gift of rubber stamps of military items (tanks, soldiers etc) opened him up to the world of the written word (which he sold for a nickel a story to neighbors) , the poem has been his centering activity. He has been published in The New Renaissance, Antaeus, and America and has written op-eds and fiction. He feels most engaged in the (Catholic) duty of truth telling via beauty.
