Thursday Poem

Hindsight

That feeling came, when you know
you’re doing something wrong.
Even if it’s blessed.
Even if it’s approved, especially when
it’s what you’ve done for so long.
A comet in ten shades of fire
seared your quiet morning sky.
The unblinking sun blinked.
Birds, crickets, every chirping being
in a wide circle around you held a breath.
Held another, waiting …
The flame of your heart
gathered to a perfect burning
stillness where you turned
to this imagined, other way.

by Michael Dechane
from Rattle Magazine, 4/16, 2025

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