POEM - Through

It is breaking
breaking through
in shards,
and the fizzing of atoms,
sunlight breaks through
filtered, ripening the atmosphere
into blue diffused azure
through
clouds and tree branches
it passes
through a patterned glass door
through the soft net folds
of its curtain
on it persists
slipping through the cracks
between true
nature and false nature
the pleasure and mood
of our being undeserving of it
but it does break through even that
with paintings of adamantine beauty
soft glowing abstractions
smeared across emulsion walls
dabbled over un-hoovered dirt
gently resting upon the surface tufts
of an old beige carpet
the world is receptive
to a light that is free to all
the pure evangelical experience of sunlight
arrives without cherubs or trumpets,
as an unearned gift
a kindhearted reminder, to wake up,
eat breakfast, but above all
to wake up.

written May 2020

Stephen Lumb