[the epiphany is not a place]

the epiphany is not a place

to sleep and praise to be

praise must need an ear.

once the wanton dared to

reach for shelter and light

and was told no one wants

a coy oracle. it’s raining. I

bet there’s a scarecrow some

-where. arms out. no one in.

and the cold won’t stop running

down its never-bending spine.