In that sleepy grog of morning’s first few minutes,
I noticed several slender bars
of very soft light
slatted across the tiles of the bathroom floor.

Curious as to the source,
I looked through the blinds of the window
at what I thought
would be the right height and angle.

Sure enough, barely visible
through the black-bent tangle
of the elm’s biggest branches,
shone the slightest bit of the moon.

If we are willing to see it,
and have both the mind and the means to watch,
we find that the least swatch of light
has some effect on the darkness that seems to surround us.

Even the glow of a waning moon
fading through the darkest branches
may chance to place some small light
on the path of another’s journey.

H. Arnett
3/26/19