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the Finale
by Rachelle Howe
[PLACES!]
in attempt to elude stop signs and
speeding tickets, i sit; parked.
head was cradled; air exhaled; body relaxed.
lashes shut... sight twin with the unfurling sky --
which harbored the fugitive full moon and
frozen rain...
[And... ACTION!]
the scene was akin to some 1930s,
twenty-five cent black and white.
( It s a Wonderful Life coming to mind...)
at first, i was tempted to hide behind
the fickle shroud of chaos;
to retreat into oncoming storm, into illusion...
but each step -- in pursuit
of absolute exposure -- urged the next.
as i continued, tension melted from
burdened shoulders and a formerly anxious mind.
my lips danced silently in confessions of mistakes;
lessons; and genuine prayers for your safety;
happiness... contentment.
[CUT!]
the picture faded abruptly when i blinked.
in spite of grief, i unearthed serenity.
in exchange for humiliation, i discovered
the silver lining...
tonight -- after the curtain call:
a predictable The End... --
i watched the final bow.
tonight -- amidst the finale
snow and watchful streetlamps --
I found peace.
03/01/2002 Posted on 03/01/2002
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
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