Moment of Truth
A matador imagines he has
many moments of truth, those
moments before his final sword
play, before he and the bull part ways.
Then one evening, in the sky
above the arena, he sees a reddish-
yellow streak that mimics his cape,
and a cloud that mirrors
his likeness precisely. It’s a momentary
distraction above the crowd
that calls for blood, as the bull
is upon him. This is the critical
moment for the toreador: seeing
the airy man he might have been.