Something About Light
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

No one is truly self-contained.
Light elongates the arms of the starfish,
leaves hold themselves in angles to the light,
mushrooms shoot their spores in the direction
of the sun. Stickleback fish prefer mating in sunlight.
Even amoebas take each other by the hand—such as they are—
and move towards the light.

We are all movers of light. The emergence of forms
is light. Beams of excitation reveals everything
is painted light, and the child’s eyes are surprised
by the colors of light.

Memories modify the body, and in the general slowing
down of the day, and the perfect calligraphy
of the evening trees, we know we are sentient light.
And a day will come when the characteristics
of remembering darkens, giving way to morning
as we fold inwards towards the light beginning it all.