Lost by Daun Daemon
As I drove through shadows,
alone in the night,
a poem came to me,
writing its words across my eyes,
scrolling across the invisible page,
limned by moonlight with such wonder
that I rolled the window down
to catch a breath of clarity
and sent the poem fluttering out,
away from my fingertips
before I could snatch it,
bring it back inside;
in the rearview mirror,
I watched the poem float
like a leaf captured by the wind:
first up, then down, then whisked around
into the deep, deep black.
Daun Daemon’s fiction has appeared in Flock, Dead Mule School, Literally Stories, and Delmarva Review among others, and she has published poems in Typishly, Third Wednesday, Typehouse Literary Review, Remington Review, Deep South Magazine, and other journals. She is currently working on a memoir in poems and a short story collection inspired by her mother's beauty shop. Daemon teaches scientific communication at NC State University and lives in Raleigh.