Epiphany

A sudden rift reveals clear sky
behind the dense grey clouds -

bright fierceness makes me blink
and shade my eys: too beautiful this dizzy white
for comfort; too great a contast for
                               my tired eyes -

and oh, the effort of taking in all,
the murderous task of retaining it all,
the brittle happiness, the chilly knowledge
                               of limitation -

but then the rift quickly closes
and thankfully my pupils widen into a sleepy stare
                               again.