POEM: Little-e Epiphany

The little “e” epiphany
strikes me in
the middle of the night.

Enveloped in darkness, I lie,
contemplating
the bold stories the world has told.

I think upon slapped cheeks
and
grand strategy
and
the universe outside my door.

I wonder whether one can
be change
and
change one’s being,
or
whether there’s a choice to be made.

I feel at peace —
though not enough
to drift back to sleep.

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