Prism for the Light
I want to run with the stars as they sing
their canopy of whispers over those keeping watch
and those who fear sleeping and those
who laugh with love, with age;
those who do time in the night,
claimed by unseen gravities.
And I want to take breath enough
to keep on until I meet sunrise in the breaking,
and know the radiant becoming,
rolling sleeves and hemline to wade all-in,
taking it in, until I become
a prism for the light.
Kimberly M. King