This is the other poem I read at the 3rd annual World Peace Poets Read-In. At this event I like to be the last poet to read. These Read-In’s go for about three to six hours, so, a bit of humor at the end is helpful. My prose poem “Epiphany Me” uses crude language but it is a down-to-earth account of me trying to figure life out AND find some peace (and quiet). It was also a blast to perform. Enjoy- SPL
One time I pee’d at the same time my upstairs neighbor turned on his shower.
Another time, I sneezed at the same moment a car backfired.
Yesterday, while walking I farted loudly, normally noticeable, except it was the same moment an engineer blew the train’s whistle.
One time, while walking along the sidewalk, I had an epiphany at the exact instant a low-speed rear-end collision occurred. It was just violent enough that I forgot what I had just realized.
With intense drive and meditation I tried to recall that epiphany to further my journey on the globe.
When it came around—
When I was so close to realizing its identity, again, a child fell and cried causing such a commotion that I forgot—AGAIN!
I farted, anything to reenact the path to minor enlightenment a third time.
And then it happened. At the same exact instant a breeze from the south kicked at my neighbors wind chime.
A crow called