Lumina
– Darrell Bourque
We’re all extensions
of someone or another’s
golden light.
In the moment
I was made
stars filled the sky
& some parts
of the bodies
making me
were fleetingly
illuminated—
briefly luminous.
Druids see light
in wood
and worship trees.
When we wave
in recognition,
we disperse light,
set light in motion
toward
the beloved.
We string our trees
with lights
in wintertime.
We want
to see ourselves
in the dark.
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Thank you as always, to Alison for passing along these beautiful poems.
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