Sublime

watch the romances and comedies of his mind projected onto his face,

then a castaway in the wide ocean of possibility,

I had taken him for confident when he was in truth full of worry and terror.

undaunted. But at his layover in Paris he meets his match: a surprise

I understood that happiness is within our grasp if we reach for it.

With God’s happiness, he writes back, I accept the pedestal of power,

“We are that fraction of old magic that remains.”

Just by chance, today we get to be in the center of all beauty.

The old man looks out at the smears of rain vibrating on the window glass. His smile fades. “But Arthur, there is hope.” The great author quietly says: