|First, define your terms.
What is bright:
luminous, undimmed, splendid, radiant?
Water bead on leaf, hope of lifted feather,
cogent presence of the sun at midday.
What is beautiful?
Lovely, exquisite, unblemished?
Buff-tailed bee deep in pollen,
sculpted profile in bronze, stained
glass during matins.But we are waiting
for the less-than-bright-and-beautiful.
And when it happens we won’t cry out or cry.
Is hope a Lazarus delusion, another grief to bear
Try looking at the sun at midday.
|I have had work published in on-line magazines. A teacher, outdoor instructor, community worker and activist – and writer of poetry and longer fiction.|