Straw for the Fire by Theodore Roethke

My Instant of Forever

. . .
In the hot sweat of why not,
In the cold dark of who did,
In the battered dish of she dare
In the absolute dead middle of all-around
---I dug my flesh until I was a wound
And the day sighed out its light, and the white kingdom
came.
. . .

Day 25: #TheSealeyChallenge