Trick Of The Light

The light has its own tricks of color and refinement; Though all we may see is a pale disk, blazing overhead. There's the light that hides sadness, arriving at sideways angles, Changing the diffraction of the axis of the lips. And the gleam of arrogance that blinds, Spellborn; before the full expression has even arrived. Obscuring clouds ferry rainbows, after sudden gloomy downpours; Sunrises are fickle, shade hides things in plain sight. Under the mutable lamp of midday, relationships get scrambled, As unlikely lovers get stuck to their own sheets. Would weather become boring, if it weren't always so personal? If we had no shelter from impermanent skies, would we remember That there is no unrelenting truth to be found in nature? Could we remember that umbrellas, once turned inside out Can collect even more water, than our expensive shoes; And that if you dared to walk barefoot, earth must surely wound you?