Light – A Thread You Follow

Possibility

Stand underneath a cottonwood tree in mid-summer,
or under a sycamore, to get the same view of the light,
as the breeze-blown leaves move and flutter
allowing some sun to come directly upon your face,
already having passed through the blue sky overhead.

Knowledge of self and of all-that-is comes to you 
in that same way: sometimes clear and bright,
at other times briefly hidden, at all times present,
surrounding you with possibility for the remainder of the day.

The Light I Forget

There is a light I forget to turn off
each time I leave the basement.
It is as if another lived down there;
a person to which I extend a common
courtesy.  Perhaps in my mind I see them
reading a book in my favorite chair
in the corner, sitting how my grandfather
always sat, right leg crossed over left
and the newspaper open on his lap.
Perhaps I fail to extinguish the glow 
from above somehow aware that to do so
might shorten the memory lingering in the air.