moth.
Bluelighter
the scales have fallen
from my eyes, now
turned to saucers
to drink the colors
that fill my heart
my palms are
face up to receive
these blessings: love,
a raindrop, shivering sumac
in the new england autumn.
there is the sunshine,
the highway and graceland.
we are rushing toward
our lives ready to dive
into the expanse of it.
we are bouyed
but not weightless.
we know what it means
to move our arms
like snakes, to dance
and be grateful.
from my eyes, now
turned to saucers
to drink the colors
that fill my heart
my palms are
face up to receive
these blessings: love,
a raindrop, shivering sumac
in the new england autumn.
there is the sunshine,
the highway and graceland.
we are rushing toward
our lives ready to dive
into the expanse of it.
we are bouyed
but not weightless.
we know what it means
to move our arms
like snakes, to dance
and be grateful.
