“The light does more than linger.”
So a woman alone awoke and spoke.
“Every night I lose the light. Then daytime
Comes and calls itself the dawn of my desire.
Little children sign up and adults too
Have placed their orders. To the sun we say,
Commerce of the spirit is heard of here.
What is this wick that you have lit?
We stand here now at the water’s edge,
Hosing the sky free of unwelcome debris
While awaiting your further word,
If any there should further be.”January 2005
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