Opening the door noiselessly,
Light puts out a hand
– hesitantly –
wondering if it’s still raining.
Seeing that the rain has gone
it spreads out its shadow-shop
upon the clustering trees,
then climbs up the tent-face
to sit and watch the world.
Scattered upon the earth, the beauty of cat-colours.
When its shadow starts to eat itself
Light slithers down the tree and springs
right up to the lamp in its niche.
Now Light perches on Night’s back
which stands erect as a compound wall
and takes for its own
the great shining light of lovers’ union
through the moon’s wide eyes.