Eureka
Through the icy early morning of grey moving clouds &
still, bare tree branches, either the illusion or a definite vein of blue like
a gold prospector too long at the ground he dreams of golden citadels
But when dinner time comes coz darkness falls it’s muddy
water & damper one meal a day
He starts to see things, which has a double meaning
to see more clearly or to hallucinate who can be sure? This time the morning
has indeed lightened it WAS blue afterall that now has grown, a strange relief
& lightening of one’s breast, but hubris can easily grow in that fertile field
& all its future Eurekas’ produce: weeds & rocks
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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