This poem is everything.

Light

Did you say it’s made of waves?
Yes, that’s it.
I wonder what the waves are made of.
Oh, waves are made of waves.
Waves are what they are,
Shimmeringness,
Oscillation,
Rhythmical movement which is the inherent essence
       of all things.
Ultimately, there’s only movement,
Nothing else.
The movement that light is
Comes out of the sun
And it’s so gorgeous a thing
That nothing else is ever anything unless lit by it.
- Margaret Tait

Read this. Fall in love.

Michael George :: Apr.30.2009 :: Books, Miscellaneous, Poetry :: No Comments »