Winter Light

Caress the Light, digital illustration, boy Roland

By Michael Sobota

In the available light

coming through two windows large and curtained

on the wall behind the bed

I see from across the room just the top of your head

above the blankets rumpled and pulled up around you.

And then later when you move

part of a hand comes out and finds

the available light.

If you could sit here where I am

across the room and see

in this light what I see

you would know why I love you

and you would understand that that love

has little to do with your body, little to do with your mind

both lying there asleep

and all to do with the available light.