BREATHE
by Robert Lee Haycock
Nobody nearby was awake to see the neighborhood idiot standing bathrobed in
his driveway gaping at the night.
The Sisters saw him. Europa's Bull
saw him. Zeus saw him. The Blind Hunter and Leda's Sons saw him
there.
Flags of cloud unfurled toward sunrise.
No more stars would fall. He
turned to the front door of his little house under the sky.
Just then a piece of Mr. Halley's wanderer rocketed into the sea of air
overhead. Ice dissolved in flame.
It made him smile to think that he would breathe it in and out someday
along with the breath of Jesus and da Vinci and many another fool.
~ previously published in Medusa’s
Kitchen
