Following

This is not a process of grand arcs,

though grand arcs inform it,

this is the way light falls

on every mote, on every crumble

of the soil, the way it sifts

between the needles,

falls to earth in chinks among the shadows

I cannot accomplish it

in one great sweep —

I follow it along the moments,

let the light seep

into every patch of thought it can redeem,

understand it now and now and now

ever new again along my path.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 28, 2019