a poem by jerome murphy

So Far


When heart’s fire is catching some
combustible brush, what sudden

fuss of rain is so ready, dousing flame
in a squall whose seaborne gust

exaggerates the fan of the butterfly wing,
having already wrestled off coast

with a storm from the lash
of some far lover’s eye,

wet with joy, in that country
where we’d overlook anything.



Jerome Ellison Murphy is a New York-based freelance writer, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from NYU. His work is featured on the ceiling as you lie awake at 3 a.m.