light falls on the surface of things
you look up and suddenly you realize
there is a customary splendor after all
so easily the light falls
without drawing attention to itself
without being made to
submitting no resume
not having to prove anything
more quietly than can be understood
on the simplest thing, the spot on the rug
the undusted corner
light sings
while you are thinking about the bad news
while you are rehearsing the final lines in the play
it does not interfere
it shines
why can't you be happy about that
mary angela douglas 17 july 2022
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