
Today’s light
is eternal morning.
It’s light that shines
for just today
despite
so many miles
still heated,
it feels warm
– even hot –
on the skin.
That alone
leaves me
breathless,
perplexed
and stymied.
We are
here,
there’s
no denying that,
but explaining it . . .
mustn’t we try?
© Chagall 2013

Ahh!
Yay! 🙂 Chagall