Too Much Sun

The sun slips through the windows uninvited,
adding color and clarity,
perhaps too much of both

and you are suddenly a schoolboy again
learning the basic truths, not of arcane subjects
like algebra and history, but something far more common,

hidden in plain view, so obvious it has become invisible:
the state of your soul, the dust of things unused,
the fear of things abandoned when most needed.

You shut your eyes but the light is too strong, too seductive
and finally you succumb and let it’s truth telling penetrate you
finding your darkest places

and revealing
that they are less dark
than you were led to believe.

About this poem

Too often we let other’s light define us, not our own.

The picture was taken in Rome.

Tom