Your Light

Your light, an aura tenderly bright

brings down that effervescent

atmosphere – a pollen of soul –

completely blanketing my being

like a million matches lit

the smell of sulfur burning

your nose – the sharpness


the ground of things – in essence

the scents of memory lingering

about as fireflies blipping

in and out

in and out

the Morse code of attention


the lights on the runway

mapping out the landing of the plane

this plane of space

a throne for thought

measured by a width of language


What empty space!?

Your empty empty face!

a reflection of a reflection

doubled inwards towards doubt

What weight;

where will you put it?

The stellar jay took to nesting

in the Cottonwood, come soon

her eggs will hatch and then

there will be the screech of the newborn.