a poem of thanks, to dear friends

How to bend light
around a worn name
-in a helical frame
wrapped like a gift
-but not all the way,
so it's able to grow,
like DNA

How to catch light
at its slippery prime
-without keeping time
or naming moments
-the sink or the rise,
the hanging apex,
or crepuscular slide

How to keep light
in a memory preserved
-not pickled with words
and slapped on a shelf
-but tenderly stirred
and lovingly given
the grace it deserves

How to pass light
on to a dear friend
-letting it bend
so it fits in their palm
-but careful to send
it freely of heart
so it blooms to no end


photo - Callanais stones, Isle of Lewis