April 9th does not arrive.
It erupts.
It tears a seam in the morning,
a thin, shimmering wound
through which light leaks sideways,
as if the day itself
has forgotten how to behave.
This is the day of breakthroughs,
not the gentle kind,
not the kind that whisper
you’re doing fine.
No.
April 9th shoves you
through a door
you didn’t know existed,
into realities
you never believed
could ever be real.
Around the cormos,
those ancient, pulsing roots
of the universe,
those cosmic arteries
that feed the dark,
new worlds bloom
like bruises turning into flowers.
You see universes
stacked like forgotten books,
each one humming
with its own impossible grammar.
A universe where time
moves in spirals.
A universe where memory
is a physical object
you can misplace.
A universe where cats
are the custodians of fate
and the old man at the window
is a minor deity
with crumbs in his beard.
April 9th shows you all of it
without apology.
It pulls back the veil
and says,
with a shrug,
Well, what did you expect?
You’ve been living in only one world
for far too long.
The air vibrates
with echoes of beginnings,
the first breath of matter,
the first argument between stars,
the first feather
that ever dared to fall.
And you realize,
with a shock that feels
almost like joy,
that reality was never singular.
It was always a chorus,
a cluster,
a constellation of possibilities
waiting for the right crack
to shine through.
April 9th is that crack.
That fracture.
That invitation.
It leaves you standing
between universes,
your skull still echoing
from the emptiness of the 7th,
your compass still twitching
from the betrayal of the 4th,
your heart still crowded
with the loves of the 6th.
And in that dizzying expanse,
you understand:
the world is larger
than your fear,
stranger than your logic,
and kinder
than your expectations.
April 9th closes
not with certainty
but with expansion,
a widening of the self
into the many selves
you might yet become.
“It pulls back the veil
and says,
with a shrug,
Well, what did you expect?
You’ve been living in only one world
for far too long.”
Brilliantly penned, PAR. Another excellent write in this series my friend. The verse above was chef’s kiss brother. Amazing storytelling as always, I really loved how you called back to previous days (writes) a very clever touch indeed. Looking forward to reading about the next day. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Your writing has all the charm of the greatest poetry ever written. Marvelous wording with some great description.