The sky is melting. Me too.
Who hasn’t seen it this way?

Pink between the castlework
of buildings.

Pensive syrup
drizzled over clouds.

It is almost catastrophic how heavenly.

A million poets, at least,
have stood in this very spot,
groceries in hand, wondering:

"Can I witness the Rapture
and still make it home in time for dinner?"

Credit

Copyright © 2013 by Elaine Equi. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on May 24, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

About this Poem

"The title is from a line in a Joe Ceravolo poem. I like muffins and I like sunsets, so it seemed a good idea to combine the two. Lucky for me, since I live in New York, I'm especially fond of the city sunset—the kind whose beauty stops you when you're running someplace else and there are often a lot of others around jockeying for a piece of the view."
—Elaine Equi