light

light 

dancing arms of the sun

messenger of inner implosions

its pathways into my garden are invisible

as it makes visible  

each pale budding leaf 

each extravagant flower 

overflowing with color

magenta white yellow

turgid dusty green flesh of the nopal

eroding opaque grey of an adobe wall

littered with white chunks of caliche

each thing defining its form

by its color signature

the frequencies it releases

and the frequencies it keeps to itself

shimmering is everywhere

giving away as many of the earth's secrets as it keeps

alluding through absence 

to the even deeper mysteries

the eyes cannot apprehend

—Lorena Wolfman (Rev. 18-2-22)