rather than illuminate,
there are certain
types of light
that distract.
Perhaps, rather than
becoming motivated
to act,
we simply remain
too fond
of the brilliant.
Through dilated pupils
and clouded cataracts,
we turn without
thinking toward
the nearest
warm and effulgent
thing
and fondly
call it heaven—forgetting
that, heretofore, every
day on the Earth,
the sky was so bright
we couldn't see
beyond it.
