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The Dazzling
after Die Erblindende
by Peggy Dobreer

Is it the way we are changed
whenever sipping tea? Who will be

served first diving into an unknown
cup? There is so little warning

when change catches hold. Laughter
comes‐sometimes not. Is it a crime

the way we smile or raise ourselves
to speak? How can we walk toward

birth without terror? Behavior imagines
it so. We want to sing loud into dawn.

But we walk so far behind the others,
eyes lit up like the surface of a sunlit pond

from which we soon will drink. The shadow
turns slowly , will not survive another night.

And yet with a single gesture, we see
that we can fly.



*published in Pirene's Fountain Premiere Anthology, 2014  

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