It turns out, that if you
drilled a hole in the top of
my head, took me in your arms,
and turned me horizontal, you
could use me for a flashlight.
And if you were to drill many holes
in my head, and spin me around,
you could use me as a mirror ball,
with this one difference: that
I have my own source of light.
And then, if you took me into the forest
at night, down a dark trail,
it would be like we were
suddenly surrounded by a host of
fireflies, zag-zigging over the broad
fronds as we waltzed.
For as it turns out, I have found,
that when I hold you in my arms
my head is full of light.
On an overcast day where I am this poem is full of light. Thank you.
Stephen, I love your poetry brother! Keep sinking your pen into the marrow where all the best stories are buried!
Keep sinking your pen into the marrow where all the best stories are buried!
So beautiful.
Thank you Joyce, Wolfgang, and Teryl, for kind and lovely words!
I’ll add mine – tears in my eyes! Thanks.
Thanks much Sam!