From Sigh To Sky Poem by Sara Militello

From Sigh to Sky

When to a summer's night
there is affixed a sigh
I summon up a view
etched upon my resting eye
of subtle things on silent wings
that never meant what I took them to:

It's then I recap and recoup;
forswear evermore the narrow coil
that shows its face
when life unfolds in poignant furl.

Yet, should my forswearing
lend its power to all that beckons to me
I might never know a summer's night
that sighs without a name;

Nor the full-fathomed twain
of senses hurtling from unknowing to jest,
from peace to passion's best-
and back again...

January 19,1994