There must be a word
for it: waking up in the
night identifying a bounded,
discrete, yet repeated
phenomenon, so profound
and obvious you don’t need
to write it down, but yell
it loud in your head
so as not to wake
the neighbors, or the cats
(who wake anyway) and in the morning
you feel complete, the lake
a still, sculpted carpet,
and you don’t remember
the substance of the original
phenomenon, but only the wrapper,
the skin, the occasion,
which you decide to call,
for now: discernight,
or epipharal.
~
Julie Benesh is author of the chapbook About Time and the forthcoming full-length poetry collection Initial Conditions and has published work in Tin House, Crab Orchard Review, Florida Review, Another Chicago Magazine, JMWW, Maudlin House, and elsewhere. She is a graduate of Warren Wilson College’s MFA Program and recipient of an Illinois Arts Council Grant. Read more at juliebenesh.com.