Light Spill

Photo by J. Brouwer on Unsplash

A Poem by Alexis Ragan

Originally Published by http://thewayback2ourselves.com

Trail light out of your soul like water 

does when it spills out of a pitcher, 

trickling beauty anywhere and everywhere

it can get it hands on. Let it fall on unexpected 

places, the zealous remnants elucidating the 

surface of everything, like when Spring rain 

decides to coat the leaves and all that’s green 

in glistening dew. I knew there was a source

bright enough to blaze trails of jubilee

the moment my child eyes first blinked —

I saw it in my mother’s smile, the way 

she let love shine out of her mouth with

words dripping with sun. Today I leave

pools of light behind me for people to dive

into when they are in a drought of dark. 

There is never too much to spill.