(For my Parkway Heights brothers and sisters)
you are the Harvester of Light
carrying handfuls of glow-sticks
all bright yellow and pink
and that teeth-aching green
fluorescent hope
and I hold on
to that stem of Light
with bitten nails and sweaty palms
trusting that if I look towards
Your Glow hard enough
long enough
if I let my eyes blur
the darkness retreats
the Light along the edges
is wide enough
to hook a crescent of hope upon.
