Benediction

Updated: Jun 20

Published in Amethyst Review

You may not share the belief

of a half-starved scribe, but

when the panic of insomnia won’t be

quelled, enter the raw night; look up.

Although you can’t see inside the moon,

it pulls pliant water within you.

Its unavailable light summons.

Be the angry drunk and rail against

the stuttering wind, but still bet the pot

on such a thing as grace.

Paula Colangelo