Epiphany

EPIPHANY Like a single drop of rain, the wasp strikes the windowpane; buzzes rapidly away, disguising error in urgent business: such is the invisible, hard as glass, unrenderable by the senses, not known until stricken by: some talk that there is safety in the visible, the definite, the heard and felt, pre-stressing the rational and calling out with joy, like people far from death: How puzzled will they be when going headlong secure in "things" they strike the intangible and break, lost, unaccustomed to transparency, to being without body, energy without image. how will they be dealt hard realizations, opaque as death. -- A.R. Ammons