Bones 12

from Light Verse (a work in progress)

before light
when to be
is just that

in darkness
becoming
a candle

let there be . . .
ta ta ta
strike the flint

for now
a spark
just that

Saroyan's candle
sputtering
lighght

night breeze —
the sound of light
on a wick

the light
that lies
in words

a candle deifynes the darkness

good news in the ends of now

in becoming the loss of now

it is here
a vacancy of sky
and now
a bird