Tuesday, January 9, 2024

Light


It’s the clear pale light off 

a silvering lake. And this snow 

light papered with gray 

white clouds and pieces 

of blue sky.


This damn tender 

light that grabs me by 

the throat, saying, think 

mortality, think transience. 


My chest tightens and I feel 

the heaviness in my eyes, 

signaling tears. I have to stop, 

to stand, to witness...why?


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