I will not return to a universe
of objects that don’t know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent. The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
small fists passing sunlight
so quickly to one another
that it would take long, streaming hair
inside my brush to catch it.
When I wrote this post, I didn't know who was hosting the roundup today. What a coincidence! It's Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference. Go here to read what great poems everyone has today.