light

Alone…

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lets peace in the door

it weaves around chair legs

rises like incense smoke

softens sharp edges

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Alone

lets silence illumine each room

filtered from skylights

it glows iridescent in darkness

pulsing sparks of light

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Alone leaves no one for fixing

loose faucet, gas leak

broken step, poison ivy

the handyman moved away

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Alone is uncut lawn, untrimmed edges

a house that accuses

a yard that demands

an ant trail in the workroom

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Alone

despite it all, is a river

peacefully flowing

silently glowing, a breath

from once upon a time

After

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I have read that your loved ones greet you

at the end-of-life tunnel

You see their silhouettes against a glorious light

They welcome your spirit with love

once it’s shed the body, a discarded husk

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I have wondered how–if I am met

by my mother’s spirit–

how she could also reincarnate again.

Can souls be in a body and the afterlife, too?

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I have felt the rising pulse of awe

at the various and myriad forms of Creation

that burst from a pinpoint of light

and one single thought: to become

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I have been in, and also out

I have risen in the violet flame

I have heard your moon song

I have sung you across the river

As We Turn Toward the Light

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As we turn toward the light

dreams drift away.

Mothers and fathers

so vivid in voice and gesture

return to the shadows.

As we turn toward the light

our senses awaken

to sleep-scented sheets.

Dawn slides from charcoal

to mauve to lilac.

As we turn toward the light,

clouds blush.

Our fingers curl, anticipate,

regret.

Branches etch an eggshell sky.

The square space encloses.

As we turn toward the light,

vision narrows to a point.

The wide, fulsome dark

of dreams and possibilities

retreats.

The hourglass flips.

This is What You See

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By starlight, they fall asleep holding hands.

By moonlight, he frees one firefly caught between the glass door and the screen.

By lamplight, she reads while he holds her feet and asks, “What’s a four letter word for mixture?”

By candlelight, they heat water for washing on the gas stove.

By sunlight, they walk around the pond and stop to watch four goslings dozing.

By a red light, he says, “All clear on the right.”

By flashlight, she finds the missing puzzle piece under the couch.

By starlight, they fall asleep holding hands.

 

K.E.