A Clever Trick of Light
(New PR206)
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