Moments of Plumb
by Debi Swim
This morning I awoke and felt…different, not merely happy, not just rested, but lighter, buoyant. I’ve felt this way a handful of times in my long life and it is always difficult to understand, let alone explain. So, I just enjoy these rare, rare days of… whatever this is.
Then, this morning, I knew. I knew I fit into this small part of the universe where normally I am just slightly out of sync. For these brief moments, I fit snuggly into the puzzle board (the wooden one that the pieces fall from so easily), straight, tight, aligned, instead of my usual wonky fit.
Ever out of sync
befuddled, awkward, askew
Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems Prompts for Red Wolf Journal Chapter 17 Prompt 98.
Writing after all is an act of courage, and of faith, and all of which would be pointless if not for love. Lover of truth, aren’t we all? Isn’t that why you bother to read at all? So let your poem come to some point of truth. An epiphany of sorts. What, you do have epiphanies don’t you?
Debi Swim writes primarily to prompts. She is a wife, mother, grandmother and happy WV poet. Blogs at georgeplacepoetrybydebiswim.