in exile i am the obscurityin a windowpanestained glass piecedimmed and lostin the kaleidoscopeof cherished saintsall color rubbed offby the wet morninglight passes throughunalterednot even a shadowon the pewsthus it spreadsover the covenant scenean…  | The Rising Phoenix Review May 24 | in exile i am the obscurity
in a windowpane
stained glass piece
dimmed and lost
in the kaleidoscope
of cherished saints
all color rubbed off
by the wet morning
light passes through
unaltered
not even a shadow
on the pews
thus it spreads
over the covenant scene
an ailment taking
the other fragments
their hues lost
to the chapel
where only light shows i walk alone
through a train
where all sleep
their faces pressed
reflecting against
unwashed windows
as if imprinted on the morning
and in their morning
i see the alps
passing by in procession
indistinguishable and faded
like glass
i see the alps
and know
that even they cannot remain Previously published in Eunoia Review, April 2023 By Jacob David Snyder Biography: Jacob David Snyder is a freelance writer and editor. His work has been published in Eunoia Review and featured in the East Village variety show Hottie Bop. He's contributed to the production of several publications, including Poems in the Aftermath: An Anthology from the 2016 Presidential Transition Period by Indolent Books. He lives in New York City. | | | |
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