Waiting for the Light
Pale light refracts into the water's depths;
specks of sediment dance through these
rays. The algae smells heavy-green.A dull shaft of light stabs inside my
grandmother's window, causing dust
to bounce happily into its beam. The air
here is laden with perfume from the past.When our small secrets are revealed, we
leap to make them appear merry.I always fear we are specks of the universe,
a great presence of bodies, wafting everywhere,
a ponderous smell which denotes a vast enclave
of nearly unreadable secrets waiting for light.
--Ward Kelley
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