The Great Cloak

by Kevin T McEneaney

Just as physicists play with duration,

light, and the vast concept of space itself,

so do poets when they are most sober

gazing into the heart of who we are

with our warts, black holes, and time-traveling

to different episodes in our lives

when logic fails to account for results.


We all would prefer logic in our lives,

yet we are left dealing with poetry

whose cloak of metaphor and mystery

offers sudden catharsis or laughter

when we find ourselves lost in the cosmos,

not sure if our feet can tread on hard ground

or open our eyes to face the darkness….