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 a thing
x plus x minus the square root of why wise
more quietly than can be understood
on the simplest thing, illuminating
the needlepoint rose on the rug
the undusted corner
light sings
while you are fretting about other things
while you are rehearsing the final lines in the play
it does not interfere
it does not go away
it shines
why can't you be happy about that
mary angela douglas 17 july 2022;13 march 2023
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