ReflectionsBut we had light to live by nonetheless. A misty diffusion of hope in the wind That urged us lifeward Sun or no. The tide came in, the gulls broke the fast Of a night drenched with rain. The sweepers deliberately gathered wet garbage The wind refused to blow away. Folk hunted for treasure of all sorts with patience This dawn -- like they felt something change In the air. Too many day-signs to let the Sun's absence stop us. Besides, in this new light We could see but not be seen -- Could afford to move carefully, look Without hurrying. We had reason to seek treasure here On this day the sun bypassed; This day paused us to seek things Overlooked when the sun came as usual.
Copyright © 1993 Bo Gordy-Stith
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