the light, the angel gabriel.
the evening light, the west, the east.
the train, the streetcar from the west.
the many towers of the town.
we don’t know where the light comes from.
the sun appears, the ancient stars.
we sleep, we wake,
we learn, we teach,
give birth and work.
we don’t know when the light goes out.
we know the morning comes again.
we don’t know where the light comes from.
MW August 2011
