All of the Light
One day
He told me
That it was me
He had been waiting for
His whole life
As his garden unfolded
Into a firework show
That summer,
Yet his mind
Was shut
That permanent glue
Of ancestral belief
Held it tightly
In the past,
So I sent him
All of the light
I could find
While deaths icy claw
Waited in the dark
Right outside his driveway
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