Commercial Street, 2013
The light speaks for us.
We wear its imprints
deep as the surface
hoping for reinventions
with each returning cycle.
I am amazed at how often confession
translates into awareness,
how often are we prone
expressing suspensions of disbelief.
As drowning is to immersion
against wills, forging testaments
this season of warm light
floods my most intimate ambitions.
