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)