10th Selected Poem, First Quarter, 2014

In An Instant

When the clouds parted
we drove on rain slicks of sun
smooth as molten gold
                                     and the cars
before us trailed their tire sprays
releasing little rainbows on the road
then up the shoreline again into rain
we carried our sunspots
                                     (afterimages)
into the storm's edge, and
                                    released them.
That our bodies of flesh can trap that light
if only for the length of a breath!
memories released
                                     (like quicksilver droplets)
and we were as brief as the salmon
that leap fully into the air
that hang for a moment on arcs
                                     (the water falling slowly)
that if we are not immortal now
we were immortal then
                                    (if only for the flash of that instant.)

--Wulf Losee