Radiance, let me accompany you to some place
where light itself might suddenly translate
the words I want
in large, exuberant letters.
Not a place of worship exactly.
I know I can be long-winded sometimes,
imagining your company’s loveliness—
light wrestling there incessantly with light,
all this illumination just to show
the very looking, a way of making divinity palpable.
Sometimes it all feels like an improvisation.
Shapeshifter, trickster, miracle-producer,
I live letter to letter
like an unfinished sentence.
If there’s a temple, I haven’t found it yet.