Light

There is a slit 
That’s at the top
Near where I sit 
High on the wall
Where the moon 
Streams in 
And the tunes
Bleed clean
And I quiet 
Vicious riots 
Delicious, higher 
Abandoned matter 
At random minutes
Light streaks inward
Through the window
Near where I linger 
Illuminating 
What’s ruminating 
Through hibernation 
Then germination 
To manifesting 
Perhaps creation 
Is just vacation
From homeostasis 
Or homogenization 
Gross colonization— 
But at night I relax
Life’s reflecting through glass
And bursts of light dance 
Over choices and chance

©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.