To my sister on her birthday


“Hope is being able to see that there is Light despite all of the darkness” ~ Desmond tutu


Been in a fraction of

that darkness.

Hoped for a moment

in the light.

Reached for the pinpoint

of a glimmer.

Burning my fingers

in the night.


Followed the tracks left

by others.

Weathered the thorns and


Walked t’ward the lightsource

in the tunnel.

Splatted like a bug

by a train.


Light made by others?


Lightsource from the soul

isn’t flame.

Walk in the bright that

glows inside us.

No one has to give

it a name.