light and fire

I sewed light in the morning.

I went through the day holding the light

I had left.

I felt I was burning out,

Burning up

With fever

With fire

But not of the right flame.

My cheeks were pink,

Not with healthy glow-


I cast the fire ahead of me

It lit my way

It burned the darkness that creeped

On my path

It hedged me in.


I harvested light in the morning

I picked it from the gardens

and I formed a wreath.

The light from the garden

Rose earlier than the sun

I unfolded myself;

Amongst the fields

As the sun began to rise-

I put the wreath of light on my head

Wearing daylight as a crown

There’s fire on me

There’s fire in me yet.


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