the light in the wound

the light in the wound

is where I must go

to find what I’m looking for

high noon sun

cast down shadows

rooted trees lift

their frame upward

to touch the warmth 

and feed their leaves

to abundant glow

to reach and yet root 

simultaneously

growing in two directions

i need the deep to know

the undercurrents of things

i need to reach

to obliterate my orbit

to spirit’s length 

unabashedly expansive

tumultuously wrecking

violent flight 

to unknown world’s in my mind

then coming to a place

of peaceful vetting

soft landing

colorfully minded

in brilliant findings

that only facing

my shadow 

could deliver