Induction

I make my way by induction,

as by candle light, long before dawn —

I look, first, for the first reason —

why you would even open your eyes,

why you would care, 

why you would rise

I see you couldn’t be there

without the spark, you would be nothing

without desire

And if the spark is present,

it must really be the only thing —

it wouldn’t let itself

be mostly snuffed out

It wouldn’t let itself be used

to power anything unlike itself —

to power dread or burden,

or soul deadening requirements

If the spark is here

then it will dictate joy —

joy, and strength, and vigor —

it will spread the whole day

with sweet harmony,

for so it is, by nature

And if this is what’s here,

I’ll see it. Gently,

modest as the dawn,

radiant as day. I’ll recognize it

in every light that shows the way.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 4, 2019