Light

light through cottonwood

I see you through the light,
I see the light through you —
we map our courses thus,
our vision sometimes blocked
and sometimes opening

The light is all we know
and all that we can follow,
as darkness offers nothing,
no way to track a course,
no light to see by

And so we move from light to light
though we may hope for something overarching,
some tunneled, end-lit path,
some vast dawn —
it could be coming

It could be even here,
but we must navigate
through the thickets of our suppositions,
persistent in pursuit
of whatever light we see,
edging, thus, towards free
just like everyone.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 7, 2016

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