Into the light
I want to write about trust—
unconscious heart beat or one swift smile.
I want to say that the sun circles this world
inevitably, that light will always shoot forth
sparks to silver the wind whispering over the earth
from your grassy valley to my great tree—
bringing your song to me, blowing this strange
questioning on around the world, scattering
syllables like leaves in summer squall. Trust
is holding eyes that deepen and fill until nothing
is left but light itself. I want to believe
the stillness and the light.
I want to write about trust—not captured glow,
but transparent lens, like diamonds catch-
ing fire and shattering into a million
filaments swelling to heal an aching world.
(Pilgrimage)
