Path.

It’s the light above the path

that points to the path

that makes it a path.

The way the sun off the moon

lights the oar

with the peace we were looking for

while we sleep it off

adrift in the boat.

It’s the light above the heart

that points to the heart

that makes each path necessary.

The way going there

always brings us here.

The way loving another

always brings us

to ourselves.

It’s the light we drop

and leave

that makes

each ‘giving’

a path.

The way a carpenter builds

home after home

knowing that

the sawing,

the planing,

the hinging,

the building … is his home.

It’s the light we are

but never see

that makes each soul a path.

The way the blossom

of all we feel

and all we hide

makes the search

for beauty

unnecessary.