From Just a Glimpse

From Just a Glimpse

From Just a Glimpse

A Poem by John Grey

it could be a light to nations

if it weren't so local,

didn't burn exclusively

in this life we've made


it effortless avoids

the slow decay of its surrounds


it opens memory

suffocates my years of pain,

purses lips

so I can plainly see your words

lit like altar candles


I've learned your splendor

over many thousand nights,

am so fortunate that

my ordinary life

can't get any less ordinary


so here's to

the poignantly honeyed, crushed-rose perfume of love


my capitulation was easy


your beauty

could turn the head of a snake

with kindness



Pride 2017

Pride 2017