A Truest Light?

The first things
that I noticed
through the window blinds
(and both in silhouette) —
a lone bird
sitting on a wire—
a hummingbird
that zoomed up
to a desert willow
dipping in a blossom cup.

And now while walking
in the park
I see the bark of trees
illumined by the eastern light—
the details
of the moss and grooves—
the shadows
of their trunks and limbs
made long and mated
with the brilliant grass.

The gray of dawn
the sun and shadow now
then mid-day
which seems overbright—
is there a truest light?

by Glen Kappy

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