There are few things more illuminating
Than a casual text with cheerful salutation:
“Hi Aunt Katie!”
A message from your fiance’s oldest niece,
Sweet and unsolicited,
Is the soft duvet of dawn after sleeplessness or
The growing yellow on each ascending step;
A light I’ve been waiting on.
So dark it seemed just three months ago
Under a blindfold made of questions,
Of finding work or money
Or the bravery to drive down the 90
That clear June night
With no plans to see the returning lane.
All of the sudden, here I sit,
A beautiful evening on the back porch
Interrupted by most joyous degree
In how my niece has greeted me-
The bright when fingers scrambling on wallpaper
finally flip the switch.