by Carol Bass


the thing about an epiphany

you're most always alone
no one to squeal with and jump up and down 
hoping to remember this sparkling moment when your body shuddered
and the truth of the world, pierced your heart
a chartreuse green worm
crawled around the computer screen
as the wind howled
and the green leaves danced with three million points of sun

you knew then, as always
what it's all about
a green worm in the summer air