to an unknown goddess...

For the 200th post to this blog, I give you a trifle, but a profound trifle, writ by the poet on the day he had the epiphany that his second wife was out of his life to stay and that it was time to push on, that the illusions and confusions of that dead relationship were no longer worth his mourning or yearning. That he had, once again, taken a pretender to his bed. I call him as I see them.

to an unknown goddess..

I will start spinning your veil, today,
even though we are probably yet unmet.

I will catch moments, like snowflakes that fall,
to remember them to you someday when we speak.

I will not offer to show you the scars
but speak only of the healing and hope.

I will prepare you a place to lay down
near the fire, near the window, in my heart.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.