Listening to Etta James sing “At Last”
At last
The discordant threads
Will be woven.
The tattered
Will be tangled
Into each other….
And the moon
Will finally bust
And burst
Through the nocturnal
Sky
And the black birds
Will suddenly sing
And fly.
What you have seen
Will finally be seen.
What has slipped
Through your spidery fingers
Will now stick to you….
And the universe
Will envelop
You.
Doug Holder is a poet living in Somerville, Mass. His work has appeared in the Worcester Review, The Lowell Review, Constellations, Lilipoh, Caesura and others. He is on the board of directors of the New England Poetry Club.
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Doug Holder’s collection at the Internet Archive https://archive.org/details/@dougholder
Excellent Poem, Doug!!!
“At last”, a poem that sings, even amidst “discordant threads” of modern life! It’s replete with germane synergy of a contemporary collective and socially conscious artistry and haunting imagery from the “bursting…moon” in the “nocturnal sky” where “black birds will…fly” that captures what I imagine to be the experience of many, and they know who they are. Thought provoking & masterfully rendered. A literary triumph!-Jacques Fleury, former colleague of Holder’s at the Somerville Times and author of the prose and poetry book: “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self”
I love the tattered will be tangled into each other. Perfect description of what happens when you find the right person, the right situation, the right whatever and all the ragged edges come together and whatever needed solving gets resolved.