Truth Marks

Surprising flowers springing forth from every crack and crevice.

I never noticed, of course, the chorus of sparrows singing.

I did not speak the language, this debate of angels maybe

flashing quickly in the corner of my mind.

Where every surprising moment

is surprisingly rhyming with me,

every surprising moment

arriving unexpectedly.

Sunrise in Toronto, black butterflies fluttering.

I’m limping now, and stuttering, my face disguised.

Lilac bloom, hanging fruit, laughter makes a squealing tune,

a streetcar grinding sharply at the brakes.

And every surprising moment

is surprisingly rhyming with me,

every surprising moment

arriving unexpectedly.

Another hour shakes with wonder and it’s looking like the summer soon

will break its pounding heart across the sky,

and mostly I’m just hoping that no one here has noticed

I’m looking a little older around the eyes.

And every surprising moment

is surprisingly rhyming with me,

every surprising moment

arriving unexpectedly.