A Poem for Meris

Light Princess

So I was sanding the new fir floor
Near the counter and the sink
While I thought of you—
Watching lightness breaking through
The less radiant surface.

So I dug a little deeper into bright there
Than elsewhere to make a statement
To the spiders, birds, and principalities.
(Or maybe just to you and me.)

Thinking of a rectangular halo of light
Being prepared for your feet—make way.
So should the shining be: heaven, window,
Eyes, soul, feet, world.

Like walking on water
Or riding the clouds.
Behold, she comes, dancing on the branches
Of Douglas Fir prepared for her—
Light sleeps in her train.