This Ever Happen To You? Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

“From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.”
FIRE AND ICE by Robert Frost

You're trudging on your track
from day to day
when suddenly
you see a trick of light,
a twirl of water,
gust of wind,
a play of shadows,
brilliant stars at night.
Perhaps
a phrase of music pierces you,
a cookie's taste
brings moments from the past,
a detail in a painting
strikes you new.
Just so a flash provoked me
fading fast.
One day at school,
some class,
a film: The Blind.
(At that some moron slurred
'Another 'tard! ')
A woman reading Braille,
another signed.
'Some say the earth will end in fire...'
Off guard,
Surprised by joy!
By me!
for I forgot (had been so long)
the first tears spurt out hot.