sunlight here:

on light and love

i will do almost anything
to see you again

luckily i can

i have a long standing
love letter
to the light here

the words have lived in me

i never knew how special it was
until I moved far away
thinking my dreams would find
a better podium to rest on

the sunlight on the building
bounces back into the irises and cones
and retina
no matter the time of day

colors of houses
dreamt up by a kid somewhere
yet coming into fruition
in front of our eyes

kaleidoscope
a beautiful form seen

i am sure there are reasons the light is different
in our city
there are no lists for love

love is an action,
not just a feeling.

i have sought hiding places
when danger or rejection
was close by
even from the ones I loved
and love.

what if love is not a reward
for good behavior
something to be won?

peace found
in not gathering evidence

love is the surprise
love is the peace found
love is allowing the showing up
love is in the not naming it
love is knowing the light glows
different here
just by being

the light on the building
reflects back to me
i try and capture it

the rainbow after rain
back again

the shadows dance
playing with the sun
as it drifts back to slumber

where is the line
between inspiring
and overpowering?

where is the separation
the lines
of knowing it all
the peccadilloes
and still

to be seen and known
Fully
being one of the most beautiful things we
get in this world.

alchemy
percolating into providence

how many ancestors of mine walked watching the light

in this city?

the sun sets early
now
i walk to see
the last moments
to see her shine

the tree and telephone
lines and street sign
project
the movie
we always
wanted

here and gone
again.