He told me a story
of a photographer’s gift.
“The light is always better in the morning.”
The [object] doesn’t change.
The direction of the light, where it takes our eye,
and the hues and harmonies [it] harbors blossom.
Shine a light on your pain from another angle and maybe you’ll see a reflection
or dismantle a shadow.
Shine a light from many directions and maybe you’ll become whole.
It’s the light, you see, that
makes [you] art.