The Joyous Light

What falls? Your opal face, your
sky full of snow. Night.

You are lost.
You’ve forgotten
the name of your home.

You watch a white deer disappear
between the ribs of trees.

And then as if from nowhere
but within, light.

First nothing but a minute gleam, then
as if your chest was a womb for light,
an excruciating beam.

Posted: Fri 16 Dec, 2016