Muffin of Sunsets
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?"
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.
"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
Elaine Equi
Elaine Equi is the author of numerous poetry books including, Click and Clone (Coffee House Press, 2011).