Sunday, April 19, 2009

A Poem

The Lonely Light

The lonely light does not illuminate;
it calmly marks a place
where we will only just observe
a nail in time and space.

The wheels that move us past it
have no thought for human grace;
so in that moment we must imagine,
or it will not have a face.

We may spend days remembering
what we might have seen at night.
Was there love and purpose there,
or just a lonely light?

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