Everything worth knowing
once held
in those light-obscured rooms
Rooms
emptied, now
saturated by the sun
Truth
amidst the dancing motes
in the weaning afternoon light
Anything worth knowing
remained
Evidence
not much had changed
by the absence of the things
And yet
in light, there is warmth
hope, breath not yet had
Realized by
the absence of the things
not for the sake of them
We carry on
in light
a poem by,
Christina Schmidt, MA
www.ArmedWithCoffee.com
@gnrmuggle
