Taking the covers off
as sun lifts fog,
as silence sifts shushes
as low tide shows seashells.
Retelling the epiphany ~
that instant Light appeared
and will again return
dawn after dawn, day after night.
What was never hidden
that only ripening reveals?
What have you hidden from
yourself? from me? from all?
Lay it bare slowly, slant
it like Emily’s truth**
revelation might hurt
like poison from too much to drink.
Meet me at choir practice where
we will find notes to ripen words
to tones that root our feet to earth
and lift our heads to skies above.
Reach up, lay bare, open and show
invisible presence inside
and out, repeat repeatand resonate, resound.
For my prompt
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© 2016 Susan L. Chast