Poetry
Select verse from an upcoming book of poetry by Ted Onulak.
The Spark of Possibility
I continue to fight
Though I seldom win
Or even remember why I do
But the battle cry in my burning lungs
Lets me know I am still alive
I work my poor patch of rock and shale
In a neglected corner of my mind
Tending some gnarled phantom vines
To press a wine of dreams
That may somehow fortify my resolve
Or at least bring some life to the party
I have cast aside cheap amulets
Of gaudy half truths
As best I could
And have looked for signs within myself
For the slightest chance
That may yet lead
To the source of all waters
After singing all other’s songs
I discovered that music is born of silence
And seeks to escape with every breath
I need only be a rock in this river
And I will be washed smooth and clean
But until that day
I crawl
Upon the parched earth
With my nose to the ground
Through blinding poisonous vapors of doubt
To breathe the sweet honest air
So coldly trampled underfoot
Dimly searching
For any faint light
From the spark of possibility