prison's prism

By Megan Huwa

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the synchronicity of pain
is my prison’s prism, and
i am a sacred lonely.
it stitches me in
my concrete corset
with its spellbound hold.
but you see the color, and i
wear the corset and ache in witness:
to feel wing’s shadow,
to see hue in night,
for what is color but made in darkness
and syncopated but refrain?

your needle hems a gold-
dusted chorus—faint,

the weaning of life to the meaning
of daynight’s dyes: from dust
to gold to life-forged light,
my glory-made sight.

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Megan Huwa is a poet and writer in southern California. A rare health condition keeps her and her husband from living near her family’s five-generation farm in Colorado, so her writing reaches for home—both temporal and eternal. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Vita Poetica, Solum Literary Press, Calla Press, Ekstasis, Solid Food Press, San Antonio Review, The Midwest Quarterly, LETTERS Journal and elsewhere and featured on The Habit Podcast, Inkling Creative Strategies, and Fieldmoot. Follow her @meganhuwa or visit her website, meganhuwa.com.