Where The Light Comes Down

It took dog days and years
To catch a moment when it’s here
And that the hay bales just might
Be mostly made of light
And that leaves can fall like shining golden coins

I can feel it in the hollow spaces
In the quiet places
Where the light comes down
I can see it in strangers faces
In the lines and traces
On the winter ground
Where the light comes down

It took awhile before I saw
That the world is mostly made of ache and awe
And that some night hum with sound
And sometimes silence is a noun
And that dust and snow can swirl like falling scarves

I can feel it in the hollow spaces
In the quiet places
Where the light comes down
I can see it in strangers faces
In the lines and traces
On the winter ground
Where the light comes down
Ashes fall and waters rise
Season change before our eyes

It took awhile to finally know
That a luna moth will quickly come and go
And that distraction is a thief
Of all that’s shining and brief
Gone in a brilliant startle of wings