Hot Pot Magazine

By Louis Faber

Wake into the morning’s light
unsure of how you arrived in this moment,
of what this day may promise,
of how it will unfurl before you, perhaps
like a work of art of a demented
origami unfolding randomly, everything
or nothing at all, no way of knowing.
This could be a delusion, could be
the dregs of a dream that night left behind,
could be only a reflection of desire,
of passion, of surrender, of redemption.
Your history has released you, no time
exists before this moment, none
that now come after it, the future you see
on the horizon is a mirage, so you
have only now, only here and then it is gone.
The sky watches you closely, a cloud
offers the choruses commentary
as you try yet again to emerge from
your carefully crafted cocoon, a butterfly,
a moth drawn to a fatal flame, or simply
a shadow cast by your fertile mind
that pulls you into the heart of the day.

Louis Faber is a poet and blogger.  His work has appeared in Cantos, The Poet (U.K.),
Alchemy Spoon, New Feathers Anthology, Dreich (Scotland), Tomorrow and Tomorrow,
Erothanatos (Greece), Defenestration, Atlanta Review,  Glimpse, Rattle, Cold Mountain
Review, Eureka Literary Magazine, Borderlands: the Texas Poetry Review, Midnight
Mind, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, The South Carolina Review and Worcester
Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. A book of
poetry, The Right to Depart, was published by Plain View Press.  He can be found at
https://anoldwriter.com.