The Simplicity Of Surrender Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Like an opulent cluster of Concord grapes—No,
more like the silky conical impression of wisteria vine—
the thought first dangled before him, a sign
that creativity had emerged and begun to flow.

The sudden thawing after a winter prolonged:
first the shocking cracking of the ice,
then the pooling of water at the interstice
of the expanding veins, branched and pronged,

softened his self-denunciation;
he would begin to oppose the simplicity of surrender
beginning today, to imagine the possibility of elation
and to slant toward the true and the tender.