Why Be Light
Why Be Light about Living?
Because,
like the imprint
of an egret
winging over the lake,
we, too,
(made mostly
of space
between atoms),
go on
vanishing.
I dedicate this poem to my beloved sister Ceilie who died fifteen years ago today.
On the Shore of Lake Chapala.
A place to loaf
to invite your heart
to open;
a place to float,
to dream;
balmy the air,
languid the new
neural connections;
synapses,
not jumped but
swum,
in ardent
leisure.
Searching for the Poem,
I look under the table.
The tiles bear a subtle spiral imprint
that travels from one tile to another,
grounding me in a single pattern,
connecting everything—
like a poem.
I look up at the game,
teens batting a ball in the pool.
Keeping it in the air,
they count aloud their cooperation,
keeping sweet rhythm,
like poetry!
I look out at the sparkling lake,
which through eons observes
human pleasures,
human pains;
making a long
poem of witness.
And your photos? Excellent ones.
Hello, Ceil!
thanks Linda. Photo moments here are a delight to catch!
beautiful poetry and lovely photos. you are so talented.
So glad to have you for a reader, Lila.