My Light
Here comes light:
through a hole in the floor
and the crack in the door
ajar at night.
Here comes light:
through the slit in the board
and the knot in the cord
tensioned too tight.
Here comes light:
in the gaps among clouds
and spaces in crowds
cowering in fright.
Here comes light:
from the dark of the moon
eclipse at high noon.
This is my light.