SUNLIGHT

On this gray late winter morning,
as rain washes all the color from the earth,
Beauty sits at her wooden desk and
writes out invitations to her friends.
They’ll enter through the transom,
a window, or under a door, not wishing
to be heard, but soon enough they’ll unravel
your mind and steal your breath.
The slash of sunlight that strikes
the hallway floor prepares you
for the return of wonder to your heart.
Colorless sunlight opens us to joy and awe.