Light
By onemorething
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Hand outstretched, groped for light switch
to illuminate those illusions clutched at,
from black pitch to beneath stare,
names the silences now tongue restored,
stories I told myself, untenable, once mountains
buckled skyward, guts from earth, ice-capped
cords of truth broken through, fill the horizon and
offer up this starker view
from where and how I started
avoiding the weather and the nets of others,
blinking;
adjusting to the light,
my rocks and boulders in eye line,
I see that we are as much united as parted
by our regrets and sorrows -
we throw our stones into the water,
we spin, small as we are,
bend time together,
share dust and atoms,
particles that shimmer
in waves of light; its refractions,
we imagine and create
and here love both exists
and resists, it rests between us.
Image from pixabay.
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