When your eyes
pause on the ball
that hangs on the third branch from the sun
you remember why it got dark
and why it’s getting light again
the earth like the hearts
slopes in its seat
and like that it travels
along an eliiptical path
drawn in the darkness
Unpolished Pearl
in the sky bright palm of hands
flickering sun flame
And then you remember
That you are yourself
You are a light bearer, a light bearer
receiving radiance from others
flickering sunrise
