Despertar 2
By Clifton Snider

My heart is a wet towel,
wrung empty. I take the sword
that hangs in the temple,

ready to plunge it in. Instead,
Holy Mother comes to me–
a sea of light, shoreless, gleaming: bliss
absolute.

from Moonman: New and Selected Poems (World Parade Books, 2012)

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