Echoes of Light – a poem by T. Jones

Echoes of Light

 
If you walk right into the darkness, you’ll get slapped by a small light
that lingers beyond dreams and shadows of living light—
like the glint of a glass rim attracting scorpions in starlight.
I am a cluster of chemical reactions in this meat sack of photosynthesized light
riding the twelve winds of anxiety in carnival light.

You are the living hope of splintered dead light
bound to the ocean’s loneliness soaked in liquid light.
Feel through the textured darkness of prismed light
may a ragged thread of lightning
strike between two nights of dark light. 

Let’s vanish into Neptune’s rings of ice light
pulsing the heartbeat of ancestral light.
Go to it. Like gnats and flies and moths—
whatever becomes trapped finds a window towards light. 

T. Jones is a poet, cultural curator, and literary citizen who hails from a lineage of Buddhist rice paddy farmers. She lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and is a Writer’s Grotto Rooted and Written Fellow. This is their first publication!