Light Meeting Light

After coffee, I went quiet till

a cloud parted in my mind and

the light within made it

briefly to the page.

I rubbed my eyes

to search what had surfaced,

the way a diver catches his breath

and wipes the muck from the

treasure he’s brought up.

Just as I began to under-

stand, the sun came

through the maple and

covered the page.

When I looked,

a cardinal was bobbing

out my window, as if

to say, keep trying.