As I look again
for a light in the dark,
let me remember
how the quality
of its glow
will shape what
I can see. May I
find one to teach
me to bear
examination,
which also allows
for shadows
to magnify
some of the shapes
I’ve been missing,
that I may find
language
and architecture
for what is barely
here, to coax
its becoming,
feeling edges
with slow hands,
careful not to break
the fragile wing,
for the response
of some soft give,
breathing.
