Turning
Point
Tonight,
as usual, I reached for my bedside
treasury of American short stories --
intensity's creations.
I
let the pages fall randomly open
and began reading the selection of the night --
fortuity's Intention?
Page
number one: I recall feeling fine
(Feeling nothing), in suspended animation --
driftwood's destiny.
"The
Snowfall," about a nameless woman
slowly evolved as I struggled against sleep --
depression's anesthesia.
Page
number ten: familiarity emerged,
disrobed and stood naked before me --
discomfort's intrusion.
©
Harley
