Luminosity In A Mud Puddle
i.
I want to believe
that I’ll walk the earth
like sunshine on wheat fields.
ii.
When the low one
glows like the Northern Lights
and calls my name
mellow as Ella sings Porter,
when my feet ache
and all I see
looking up
is a mountain,
I want to believe
I’ll take the high one.
iii.
If you steal my last
crust of bread,
toss my heart
out in the rain,
or leave when I’m losing,
I want to believe
I’ll keep a light on
in the window.
iv.
When in looks like out,
1 + 1 make a tin can,
and I crave nothing
except the answer,
I want to believe
I can love the question.
v.
May I always see
the luminosity
in a mud puddle.
vi.
When my faith
is ragged as a cat
on the short end
of a brawl
and I’m being devoured
by my own shadows,
I want to believe
I’ll remember
how to dance.
©Lucy Aron 2005
