IT IS THE LIGHT
It is the light
Which cannot know
Its own bright flame
But must project itself
Into the darkness
Without which
It is
Nothing.

The sun
Can’t see or sense
The blessings
It radiates and showers
All about.

The eye
Can’t see itself.

And I can’t see,
Can just begin
To fathom
The wonder
That is me.

5/20/1987