The Christ Moment by Robert Beveridge

The Christ Moment

Robert Beveridge

“I woke up and saw the lid of Sunday raise…it was the Christ moment/that seemed before orgasm…”
—Clayton Eshleman, “Just Before Sunday Morning”

It grows
in dusty snow blown
in darkness, grey shine
when all electric lights
are out. The glow
from no one place,
anticipated fire ready
to ignite.
    Clouds burn
away black linings;
perhaps, as horizon
turned again to sun,
it really was a face
above the clouds,
for just an instant.

About the Author

November 2018 marked Robert Beveridge’s thirtieth anniversary as a publishing poet. When not writing, he makes noise ( in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Medium Chill, San Pedro River Review, and South Broadway Ghost Society, among others.