Sunlight
 
it was not what I expected
being warm and bright and all
not the convoluted wanderings
of a mind avoiding Occum’s razor
the razor of sunbeams slicing water
of light breaking secrets in half
the word of a child
asked for a favorite word
it was simple
in the profound way
that laughter echoes water
or trees make the air sing
Copyright © Rose Lobel, 2001
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