Articulate and simply proffered, the light was never
errant or misplaced. It was, to us, of simple
interest, like a summer dress, a hair ribbon, or shiny,
new shoes. Even so, we joked and made wishes
and felt privileged to be witness to this release
of autumnal light. Light like a thin blanket, light
on our opened palms and the geese by the cow pond
and the brown leaves crowding our abundant garden—
Aunt Gwen brought out supper and soon Uncle Ken
put his pipe down on the fabric of the tablecloth.
There was something in the space there between them
that I could clearly see, and feel, and know it was
where I might always find them.
rdking