Before Breakfast

Why not watch the light come and go,Come and go, lift and fall, returnIn a different form, a flowNo workday can earn.Let the mind be a window.

Maybe the soul really is a temple,A deeply rooted transparent towerMade to bend and reveal light. SimpleAs that, or not. Let it loose, whateverDoubt, definition, or example

You harbor or hoard. The lightWill go where it pleases. It must.If you’re like me, you sometimes fightLife’s darkness, as if it were unjust,An enemy—there’s not enough right,

It seems, in a cosmos that’s nearly allDark matter, black light-eating holes,But overlooking a bay at dawn I fallOnce again for blue-green water, a wholeLit-up bluff, the mourning dove’s first call.