THE SUN COME PUTTERING IN
At the house of the guardian angels, the new
day's light hit the windows and lit the kitchen
gold. All those morning things started happening
again : water went to coffee, darkness turned to
light. While we talked, the magic match of an
idea was lit, yet I couldn't understand your words.
Angels had come down the stairway and each
held another candle of sunlight. What brilliance!
I had come from nowhere - I knew that - and
for sure was headed back to that very same place.
I knew that too. This room was my last refuge;
so I pulled the plug on my internal light, and
let all the rest do its work for me, as the
sun come puttering in.