BZ Niditch – “Epiphany Point”

We have an epiphany point
in life shaped for us
like a geometric sculpture
of Giacometti,
climbing up hills
like Sisyphus
but forced down
by stones and rubble
yet that give us art,
by a darkened sea
hear a lark’s cry at noon
but we weigh
into a day’s just surviving,
at the start of a marathon
you hope to win
but time may run out.


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