[something about under, something about hand]
could you, would you still have chosen.
not that world, or all possible, but this —
pockmarked, peacock agate’s eye.
dear, I say, solder sings it true.
said God: not everything’s stained or glass.
— isn’t a moth always wending, always toward.
(if no light in the world but the)
later, litany’s morning, noon, night, wilderness I believe in.
earthshine’s wafer & wine.
I think — that there — is light.about the author