I closed my eyes
and the blue violet shadow
swept over me, through me,
then its particulate
began to dissipate
but the dark specs
still shaded everything

I can see the light —
right there, in memory,
and under everything —
it will rise,
it will become
what fills my consciousness and sight.
This I know well
though I can’t feel it now.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 9, 2020