I knew a God
…Some river before I
Was drawn to the rhythm
As if to say it could happen
The lark sang its first song.
…Some star before I
Was drawn to the glitter
No one stopped me from noticing
The last and most colorful page.
…Some rose before I
Was drawn to the aroma
With only fate left for picking
The first drop of morning dew.
…Some thorn before I
Was drawn to the pain
As if the migraine could welcome
The final confrontation with life.
by M. Perron (Originally written March 7, 1992)
Published in 1994 in “In The Desert Sun” by The National Library of Poetry
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