Touching the outside,
you make the inside glow.
Drinking my coffee
by halogen light,
I may not see it,
but the fig tree knows.
It all began with you.
Fiat lux,
and so it was
that first day.
This morning
light on leaf
draws my eye
as a chipmunk
nibbles the fig I left
last night on the fence rail,
dainty as a lady at a tea,
all of us beholden
to you,
one of countless,
but in this blue sky
our one, our only.
Title from “Why I Wake Early” by Mary Oliver
The Kingdom of Enough 