Bright Day, Winter Day

Bright day, winter day—

You come and will not return,

Not ever this light will come back,

Not ever will this light stir me to think

The words “heart’s blood” and “marrow.”

Gone will be the power to make the same

Shadows upon my workroom floor, and

Never again will this time and this light be one.

The light goes through the earth,

Through me, through my thinking of “heart’s blood” and “marrow,”

Through my workroom, through the whole house,

Through to the moon and the space gracing creation beyond,

Through to cold outer space.

Is outer space in diamond crystal equilibrium with inner space?

These are some of the thoughts brought as gift

To me on this bright day, winter day.

“Heart’s blood” and “marrow.”

--January 25, 2013