by Kay Parke
/ Poetry /
Stunned by the moment,
by the sunrise light golden
in my studio,
shining through even the leaves
of the plants on my table,
so that I can see their ribs,
can see how the light must
penetrate their cells.
How they reach toward the sun
even as they are surrounded by light.
How this moment of life
is everything,
is really all there is.
How foolish it might be
to try to capture its magic,
its luminous being in words
on the surface of paper
made from dead plants or carbon.
Right now this moment,
leaves living in the light,
shows all there is,
or all that matters.
Just to be in it is enough.