Let There Be Light
We’re not to blame if we forget
how nearly everything
looks like our dark night sky,
a vast blue-black pool,
save the familiar silver disc afloat
in our light-blushed river,
pin-pricks and smudges,
luminous creatures of our night.
We creatures of day are easily fooled.
No wonder: even in darkest night
we dream color-stained dreams
until we are brushed awake
by the soft light of dawn.