Your Light

author’s note:

After trying for 18 years, maybe I’ve finally gotten this poem right.

Maybe.


YOUR LIGHT

Though you left the room
many years ago
your light still helps me see.

When I choose
to look at this world
through your luminous eyes
I see light I might otherwise miss:

Yesterday, I saw a beam shoot
from an open hand.
And today I witnessed
a fist leaking light
from between its fingers.

Occasionally I even see
the light you swore you saw in me.

When I lift my eyes
sometimes I see you at night—
a star among the many stars
who guide desperate ships to port.

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