Following the Light

I once followed it without knowing

Letting its ever-changing beauty become habitual

Then it was gone.  Or at least I was too caught up

in shadows to see it.

 

Now it is always visible to my eyes, even when absent

it stays subtle for many months and then bursts out

falling between tree branches

leaving its patterns, impermenant art on building walls

that always stop me in my tracks

 

I walk down my tree lined street

the light and shadow

pulse between hot and cold

singing to me

you are alive

you are alive

you are alive

 

I listen.

 

(from this post in the archives written June 10th, 2011 over at my old blog…and still very much true)