‘The most tremendous
and compelling emotion
we possesses is the one that
forces us to look, to know, if
we can, to see.’
Switch on the
lights late days you are right
to underscore the reasonableness
of our approach as any of us
is standing outside the self proximal
to those who preceded
this passing through.
‘Back toward town we glided past
straight and threadlike pines…’
not left to the imagination
but parallel to what can be
gathered as any day now the light
gives back its charge
unequal
precincts of color.
I am sure you saw
the same light
when you
stood
at the foot of the
stairs and mounted them
one step at a time.
16 November 2025