Grasped and commanded
the light filters into cognition
past the blind blinds
and phototropic tree
to us,
the unimagined.


The sea we all wade in
of not believing,
of not seeing anything new,
and the fragrant fields
suspend themselves
while the musk of courage seals the view.


We must be given to it,
and alarmed
abide it,
until the critics know
some centuries ahead, some scents
and the sounds and the sights we had
once we believed the light.