Indications of Light

Lonely thoughts enter in a flash

Like a noisy neighbor disturbing the peace

Yet we belong to the breath that travels on its own

Carrying us beyond the noise

Where nothing exists in between


Those moments we tarry unnoticed through the field

Brushing our fingers against the tips of willowy plumes

Lost in its sway, we gather her motion into our bones

Becoming a part of the dance


The quilted clouds console the barren land

Offering reprieve for the weathered traveler

We’ve come so far in our quest of being

There is nowhere to go from here

Only indications of light revealing the truth