"Light...Hovers"

"Light...Hovers"


Light...hovers.
An obtuse rectangle in the sky.
People crane back their heads,
looking, wondering, maybe even weeping.
Some asking, waiting for a reply.

Light...hovers.
Twisting...turning...melding.
A different shape to all who choose to view.
Ingrained into the deepest self.
What could, what should, what did/I didn't do?

I look in consternation.
Images shaping for me high above.
I see the past as I have learned,
lessons strangled by said glove.

Light...hovers.
It changes color.
Each person sees color differently,
then again released to carry on
but not to do so absently.

We live, we learn, we grow
but it seems we have yet to understand.

Light...hovers
and it touches us
should we only accept its hand.

We have come so far so far behind.
Perhaps the light will help us know
once again what really matters.
What we discarded so very long ago.

--msl2025