On Night’s Broken Stage
By Wesley Thomas Cutlip
The dervish whirls—
deserts fable
over candles,
atop mantle fires,
wings for life.
A salient moth
labors over no lands,
exists in The Great,
extends her wings
to The Wide,
middle-age night
to flutter near the floor,
flit in the rafters—
a lamp,
her vessel for ballet
on night’s broken stage
Wesley Thomas Cutlip graduated from University of North Carolina in 2006 with a BA in English. He currently resides and works in Charlotte, NC
