JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

It comes to you

suddenly in the night

in an empty room

 

or walking a desert

swimming underwater

or in an unlit cave

 

this tiny pinpoint

of absolute

clarity

 

a vision so complex

it would take an encyclopedia

to contain it

 

the universe in an oyster shell!

 

your whole existence

yearning to capture

record preserve

 

and you don’t have a pencil