A Trick of Light*
A Trick of Light Not layers, these dense states, no sequence of time served virtue rewarded no quest no rescue All here, braided. Always here and not. How did it begin? with light, of course, piercing falling breaking open to a single word ripening apples With fire, of course and fuel. Look up, dazed bedazzled, not quite knowing what just happened, how or why or where exactly my feet are planted beside the rocks, wet and new to me, beside this pushing river, ever new. Look up anyway beyond the misdirection of the sun, beyond all thought of earth and heavens, beyond story, beyond the dark forever and the stars. Sherry Robbins, from Under World *Out now! Order from your independent bookstore or from Amazon
Sherry Robbins 