Changing Costumes

By Roy Dean Doughty
Written 10/15/07

The magic is no less affecting for its
Commonality, how the unseen motion
Of the magician changes the early morning
Indistinctness to the sharp edges of sunlit
Jewels without our seeing the instant
Of his slight-of-hand.  The soul’s effects
Are equally dramatic, equally untraceable
To their origins, and so we rise from
Indistinct foundations, into the sharp
Destinies of the present.  This now
Inside the jewel, wherein the accumulations
Of history, their nebulous, sweeping
And obliterating fogs, their sufferings
And disappointments, are suddenly seen
As what they are: what we are, the miracles
Of a moment as fleeing as dewdrops
And as durable as diamonds

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