yaneverknow

 

yaneverknow

 

so the end has come

and I, like everyone else

expected a miles-wide hammer to fall

or a dust whirlwind to fill our parched throats

 

instead, She enters with music of castanets

a constellation of smoldering jazz quartets

the perfume of red, garlic tomato sauce

and warm, olive oil with herbs

wafting on the winds 

of an unsurmised shift

 

the blinking of our hearts' eyes

wonder at the new world that appears

at the dawn following the final night

the morning after the sun broke down

to make way for a radiant, all-sustaining love

shining from below ground