Slants of Light


Beneath you the roots. Above you the day moon.
Inside you the morning humming last night’s
zealous stars. Air owns the whole world.
Maybe a tree frog announces the day. His voice
unreels. A leaf hesitates before falling.

The anger you had has floated away.
Turn your face to stillness. Listen
for the right wind. A woodpecker rattles his agenda.
You have found what is hidden by light—
stories inside you that have never been told.