Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Light: 12/16/14



As a child I was adept
at slipping my eyes out of focus,
making the headlights and taillights
on 35W at night
into strings of pearls and rubies.

On a sunny windy day
I could turn
the waves of Lake Harriet
into a mass of diamonds,
and I conjured pearls
out of rainy evening streetlights
(though on foggy mornings
I preferred opals.)

I sat easily with the fairies
disguised as dust motes
and in bed at night
I contemplated
the kaleid0scope
in my head,
fingertips pressed against eyelids,
moving color,
moving light.

I was a master of light—

not once did I recognize
or question my power.

Not once did I lose
my fear of the dark.




6 comments:

  1. Amazing. I did the same with Christmas lights!

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    1. I love doing it with Christmas lights too, Valarie!

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    1. Thank you so much, Mailizhen! Your opinion means a lot.

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  3. I love this so much! I remember that so much as a child.

    "I was a master of light—

    not once did I recognize
    or question my power.

    Not once did I lose
    my fear of the dark."

    THIS is why I love your writing. You capture those elusive things exactly as they should be captured.

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    1. Those are very kind words. Thank you, Janice.

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