Epiphany
John Rutherford
February 5, 2023
She shines despite the fog, the sky
turns from blue to black,
tail-lights shining on the highway,
a train stopped on the tracks.
A cloud shrouds blue
around her, against the darkening sky,
three stars shine beside, like kings,
a twinkle in the eye.
Do they bear gifts tonight?
Gold, frankincense, and myrrh,
or do they come to see
the aftermath of virgin birth?
Tail-lights move into the distance,
in the East, three stars rejoice,
the conductor sounds his horn,
change is the moon’s silent voice.
John Rutherford is a poet writing in Beaumont, Texas. Since 2018, he has been an employee in the Department of English at Lamar University.