THE BRIGHTEST EVENING OF THE YEAR

 

“Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.” ~ Robert Frost

 

known only by the names we call ourselves

there was a moment across these months

stretching days across the loom into weeks

slowly, more known, we come into focus

 

our eyes adjust to any light they find

from solstice to solstice woven across the dimness

 

we, too, stopped to see the frozen lake

there was blinding light as the snow swirled up

cyclones across the ice, whipped up in wind

swept across like my joy when I see your face

 

may we always pause in breathless wonder of beauty

may we keep our promises across so many dark nights

to be known to ourselves, finally, beyond any naming,

or any darkness

or any light