How do you shine your light?
You thought you were showing it
sitting with a widow
through heaves of desperate sorrow,
reminding her of her life.
You thought it was shining when you cooked
for your children and rocked them in the night,
not complaining of stolen sleep.
Maybe once in the woods,
chasing wild flowers in snow.
Maybe drunk and dancing,
or running in drenching rain,
there was a glimpse.
There is seriousness
that you may have mistaken for light.
but are leaving you stiff
and used up
and feel like no light at all.
Your punky, soft little animal does not flower
because you worry over injustice, deforestation.
Because you finish the laundry and sweep the dust.
Your light is mischievous-
it is giddy.
It shirks responsibility and wants to play.
It is five sips into strong wine-
it seduces and flirts,
it flutters and broadens a smile,
fills your lungs with air.
it is sparks
your light is a frolic,
You made the light small
out of fear, obligation.
You declared yourself serious and real,
important, deep, loyal-