A porch light is all I want.
Under my mother’s roof and
Mounted on the house of my father.
Where moths like angels
Ebb close and frantically
Closer to the Light
You remember, angel wings can singe
Like nerve endings or like
Strings in my heart.
And the glass can break
So we must remember
To pick up the pieces.
And your life like a particle
A rarity like a snowflake
And a beauty like the sandstone
Flecks and flits and reminds.
To take away the Light leads to the uncertainty
Of the steps on the cobblestones.
But that isn’t our fault.
The angels that blink are the ones that miss things.
We cannot change the minuscule minutes
And in the end nothing matters.

A porch light is all I want.