Not Be Wrong

by Elana Wolff

Any sudden sound at dawn
can throw you, like a shining,
out of sleep. Flap

and then the dream releasing
mist, the
swish of a wing:

that got out of the murder,
where are you now,

and are you safe?
Who did we move to
under the slumber-sun,

what baritone…
       Odd how dreams
can summon flux that

duplicates in day—
like flicker on a wall
beyond a flame, the

stain behind a veil.
I tap into the peep-hole
grey and animate the image:

We’re swaying to
the tune and orchestration.
Less mist—we’d be revealed:

wishing for things we want
to say and write each other
and not be wrong,

our forehead-warmth
      like solar
third-eye light.


“Not Be Wrong” is an ekphrastic poem inspired by the painting, Through the Mist, by Beryl Goering

Through the Mist, acrylic on canvas by Beryl Goering

— from Juniper Volume 1, Issue 1