Omnipresent

author’s note:

A poem previously posted, then revised and then revised some more.

“A man’s body buried in the snow will eventually come to light.”
                                --  old Chinese proverb


YOUR LIGHT

Your light remains
long after you
have left the room--

does that light
even belong to you?
Maybe you were
the courier, the carrier --

the vessel that spilled all
over the place--the hand

that still pushes me
to spill all over
this room--
now I can see

my colors sweep the floor,
walls and ceiling.  Now I can see

my mosaic
piece back together--
                         a jumble wild
yet stitched in the seams.

I can see
your travels pulled you
everywhere--
              I can see you everywhere--

in here, as well as
out there--in all the hands, all the bended knees,
all the trees and the beams made from trees,
in all the stones and foundations made of stone,
in the coal fire dawn, in the diamond at midday,
in the quiet midnight freedom
of the stars that all sailors follow...yes

in every step
I recognize you
in every step
of the way.

© 2008, Michael R. Patton