Six Facts About Light

At dawn, she climbs over the horizon
to slink between the curtains
and rest her head on your pillow.

You might meet her in a forest gap
growing foxgloves,
or waiting at the exit of a long, concrete tunnel.

Her gaze could scorch your drawings,
set light to the hay,
blind inquisitive eyes.

Sometimes, in summer,
she'll reveal the lucky stripes
in the lining of her raincoat.

She can bounce off a full moon
and land softly at your feet
before you have counted to two.

On foggy nights, when the bare bulb
blows in an empty room, she is still there.
Blinking in the darkness, like an idea.