INSTRUCTIONS IF YOU THINK THE RAPTURE HAS OCCURRED
Hand crank your radio. The weather forecast
Do not believe in magic even as the blender
Open your closet: the clang of bare hangers.
Watch the neighbors outside: one hangs
If your hands will not fold,
There is no paper
Lately, my poetry has focused on the theme of the individual encountering a form of religious experience, either directly through an event or more subtly through the poem's connotations. Obviously, this poem is quite direct on one level—the most popular conception of the rapture is violent to say the least. However, my objective was to invoke the connotations of the biblical rapture while exploring a mundane scene from a personal, secular perspective.