Last Light

Last Light

by Caleb 

The last light of the sun

slips behind the clouds,

and the parking lot lamps flicker on—

artful, artificial light

illuminating the tears shed quietly beneath them.

And I am remembering.

And I am reminded—

of power.

Of breath.

Of the light the stars knew

before the universe,

before time.

I was born to carry

whatever light is left.

Like the parking lot light—

I shine.

Not because I want to,

but because I am

the universe,

seeing the sun,

and the stars,

and the lampposts

all as one light.

Like people’s souls—

singing.

I know their song.

And I sing with them