The heft of light

I went alone

to an art exhibition

for a friend

On the way home

I pondered how art

changes who I am

Light breaking on horizons

and scenes of dusk or darkness

draw me in

Was it sunset or sunrise?

Was the darkness

evening or predawn?

At 3 a.m.

I stand barefoot

on the porch

Trying to discern

if I lean into

or away from light

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