There is an afterwards we don't yet know -
for all the ways in which the world explodes
flinging shards of time, condensing now
into this shock - another final crossroads
each way closed off, no path left clear ahead -
(it always did this, dark days are too well known
history is made of mangled vehicles) -
there comes a moment, piercing, almost banal
a trickle of sunlight come in through the trees
outside your window, in the exact same way
it came in at you yesterday, or a soft smile,
a nod of recognition from that woman
on your morning walk - itself a freeing act -
opening a gap wide enough to poke at
the future, which reminds you that it wants
to be known, that it is ready to blast
your heart to smithereens anew in a
different, superior way. Prepare yourself.
Kildare born and Sydney based, Daragh writes informed by a longstanding meditation practice and a background in physics. He builds software for a living and does handstands for fun. He is currently convener of The Sydney Poetry Lounge (a long running monthly open mic night) and has published in The Blue Nib, Backstory Journal, Live Encounters and the Canberra Times (upcoming).
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