Jeremiah Moriarty
Fata Morgana
I wasn’t sure what I was seeing—
the rabbit scurrying through the reeds
bent like dusty arches in a cloister.
Hidden towers, mountains over mountains.
They said purpose would appear like this.
A monastery in the allium’s shadow;
a shifting corridor and then
a darkness that is easier.
Jeremiah Moriarty is a writer from Minneapolis. His poems and stories have appeared in The Rumpus, Strange Horizons, swamp pink, Diode, The Cortland Review, and elsewhere. His writing has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, the PEN/Robert J. Dau Prize, and Best of the Net.