It Happens to Be Now


It isn’t often to my eyes when

The light is pink outside

Not with drama or ensemble

But an even tone, the sky all its own

And, yes, it’s daybreak

I turned hot water on, and at first there was

Not steam but a film across my vision,

Vague and even

This is the start of an unspecial day

It’s 23 November

Day after JFK, C. S. Lewis, Aldous Huxley

(many more we cannot name)


Nothing new but its own time

Prepossessing seconds to release

Like dropping jewels from a story-pirate’s chest

Upon the Earth in outside, mortal time

Profundity in kind

Wisdom at the ready for, well,

Yes, anyone


C L Couch



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