One day in the unforgotten future,
I will lie down on my bed alone
and commend my soul to God,
whose existence I have doubted
ever since I can remember.
I will close my eyes and wait for the light. . .
–excerpt from “Going to Paris” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective/purple flag, 2015). First published in Urthona Magazine.