I caught myself
I was bared to the bone metaphorically (it didn’t hurt)
The whole moment I was in
opened up completely . . . or was I opened completely to it . . . ?
and while I was in it—that opened flash of an instant—raw and naked, (no, not bodily)
I happened to look up . . . there was no thought . . . . no plan involved
I happened to be putting on some clothes to go outdoors as I was looking up
I happened to be in a room with a full bathroom mirror in front of me
all of this happening in a moment . . .
and that’s when I caught the glimmerest of glimmers of
my unguarded self
I was neither scary
I was surprised. Amused. Amusing actually . . . as I recalled how scared I once had been. And still could be, if I so choose.
In the unconsciousness of that moment, the letters unscrambled and re-aligned.
same letters . . . maybe you’ve seen this?
They now read : sacred of course, I cried
This is our truth.
And, yes, the moment passed.
And, yes, the truth remains.