Before Breakfast

Before Breakfast
Why not watch the light come and go,
Come and go, lift and fall, return
In a different form, a flow
No workday can earn.
Let the mind be a window.

Maybe the soul really is a temple,
A deeply rooted transparent tower
Made to bend and reveal light. Simple
As that, or not. Let it loose, whatever
Doubt, definition, or example

You harbor or hoard. The light
Will go where it pleases. It must.
If you’re like me, you sometimes fight
Life’s darkness, as if it were unjust,
An enemy—there’s not enough right,

It seems, in a cosmos that’s nearly all
Dark matter, black light-eating holes,
But overlooking a bay at dawn I fall
Once again for blue-green water, a whole
Lit-up bluff, the mourning dove’s first call.