Living Room Floor
November light and colors stream in
through the window
and I notice it, like in the eye of a storm,
a whirlwind that has included pain and creativity
but always distraction –
of strivings and graspings at
accumulation and accomplishment.
And in a moment – of sun, sound and color –
it all settles to be just this;
Everyone, everywhere burning like so many
points of light
like on a Christmas tree, connected by strings
amid the tinsel and baubles and
homemade ornaments of meaning.
Light that knows no division of inside or out,
me or you,
us or them.
(11/2/2010, from my first collection of poems and stories, THE HEART OF IT, 2015)
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