Light
diffused through soft skin
in amniotic cradle,
as if morning,
through a thick mist
burns the very air
in burnished, golden flame.
Faint at first,
and then
brighter and brighter.
An enveloping
pure, white exposure.
Our first interactions
with our wavelength.
Our first breath.
not fed umbilical.
The touch
of the universe upon our skin
is our first kiss,
our first love.
We become light,
because in many ways
light becomes us.
From that first spark
that lit the universe
until here,
now,
us,
smiling as it touches our face.
A segue into darkness,
however brief
is always a kind of sorrow.
But light
befriends us as children.
Plays with us,
protects us,
until we are ready
to seek out our own
illumination.
Light exists
and we are somehow
kindred to it.
We know it,
like we know a mother,
or a father.
When it is our time
to close our eyes
in an old, familiar
kind of moment,
we go
where the light goes.
DJR – 2023
