Pinhole by Kay Ryan

Because you can only sit in the dark for so long, until the sky opens up again.

Because it is time to wake up.

Because a wound heals eventually.

Because a scar means surviving.

Because another story can begin even if the other hasn’t reached its end yet.

Because I am here. Because you are here.

Because the world turns.

Because there is a crack in everything.

Kay Ryan

We say
A pin hole
of light. We
can’t imagine
how bright
more of it
could be,
the way
this much
defeats night.
It almost
isn’t fair,
poked this,
with such
a small act
to vanquish


  1. Upon first reading this, I misunderstood and thought this was a new poem by Kay Ryan. Then I realized the first one was yours. I love it, and I’m going to share it. :)

  2. Yes, that’s a beauty, no question. And your own #6 reminds me of Cid Corman “it isn’t for want.” Such a lovely sentiment, that is: “Because I am here. Because you are here.” Who needs more reason to be than that, eh?

  3. T. I like your poem more than Kay’s, which is great, but still not as good as yours.

    Thanks for continuing to post. Read a Little Poetry is ineffable, beautiful, rarefied, and true.

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