light pushes through

light pushes through
color ripening, as autumn
fruit forever demands
our witnessing--its sweet

sour showering
its wish to join
our day old bread, sugar, butter,
inside a nice homey pudding

light, the forever common
denominator: the purveyor of truths tended to
by the faith of gardeners, football fiends, rowdy
wrestlers, buddhist dancers, poet politicians--

light sparking interest on first look
maintaining our curiousity  throughout
the swiftly turning pages
of the book--with all its

peacefulness, rantings
& rages--the reason
we push through
to do any blessed thing:

the telephone ring,
a neighbor whistling
the birds, now singing
at seven a. m.

the season of deliberate
death of green leaves, the holy
birth of brown cashmere sleeves
putting the sandals on hold

until our cruise next spring
permeating every crack
with heels to grind
on slated walkways

and newly found hallways
closing in the rooftop terrace
for just a little while
we wear a cozy zippered smile

at musk fragrances shared,
when we walk our talk, bared
to the cool october air--
knee deep in sand, dirt, shells,

pummeling, mumbling--malas
strung, ready for puja at dusk


Kate Lamberg
10/20/12

angel cloud~photo by Kate Lamberg