The Light Cure

It doesn't matter where you are.
You will find it, when you need it,
at the end of the day, in the intricate
flames of leafless trees, or the last light
climbing up a row of brownstones, getting
yellower, more tangible, but further,
until the cornices alone are glowing;
their chipped paint and ragged nests become
a glorious decay, the rich detail
of magical roofs above our drab world.
Even the matted feathers of the starlings
shine like birds of paradise. Crane your neck
for that moment when the light snaps
upward, the earth is buried, and everything
that matters dissolves into the sky,
because something in you may be lifted
or slightly pulled askew, as your body sinks.

~ Jeffrey Harrison