[Kätzchen]

A Turn to the Right
A Little White Light

Let there be a season when no one rakes,
when all tha has ever fallen can drift
with ordinary wings. Mithras, I hear you
out in the open, humming our favorite tune,
through a leaf and a comb.

Lead us as if we were righteous
into the blue light of heaven
where no one will forgive anyone
just in case it's condescending,
and we wil love each other
to the withered toes.

Carolyn Reynolds Miller
(2001: Lynx House Press)