LIGHT FROM HOLE


In leapt a Sprite –
a squirmy fresh sanguinous light –
it came out from inside a hole,
like a mole, wafting on a breeze.
I bit my tongue, I filled my lungs –
I got down on my knees.

And now I feel –
the axle of a spinning wheel –
it locks me on a stable plane,
through the rain, following a star.
Take the path that calls thy soul
and scurry forth, a wary vole.