A Clever Trick of Light

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Surely Guatemalan sunlight

Is like any other?

That would be nice

 

So I don’t have to think twice

About my just now

Walk in the garden about how

 

Maybe I am hoarding sunshine

Shone shafting through something

I couldn’t name because I can only see it

 

In dreams with eyes unaccustomed

To words but which recognize

(By its feeling)

 

A healing fog of light

Yet which is no fog rather it’s

The clarity of a bright purity:

 

Some sun of sanity which

In a clever trick of light seems

To radiate from my blood and bones