Then it slammed into him –it was about
nothing else but that one tiny moment,
wrapped in light, the breathless time
when everything pauses, turns, slips.
And this is Matthew’s only chance, no
need to ponder or weigh –as the dusty
golden light sweeps down on him, and
Jesus, still pointing, knows who will
follow, and turns his feet to the exit.
–Annie Boutelle, The Calling of St. Matthew
from The Hudson Review, Autumn 2011
art by Caravaggio by the same name