10 June – Interfulgent walk

Dappled light plays on the path,
casting spots, shining shifting beams.
First a robin glows in the limelight,
now holly leaves gleam newly mossy-bright.
December reflections are conjured in June
with subtle tricks of light,
the now merging with yesterdays
and tomorrows as yet unknown.
The path’s such a threadbare metaphor,
light breaking through such a tired idea,
yet they’re inescapably, effervescently embodied
on a day, on a walk, like today’s.
I am moving through sunlight in shadow,
following hope as illumined green.
I am breathing the sweet scents of journey,
I am here and not where I have been.