Because of the Light

Layers of cloth. Hand woven.
Drawers of cotton threads.
A space to work. Light.

There is work to do,
unfamiliar yet somehow, you believe,
possible.

And it is all because of the light.
Art. Faith. Love.
It is all because of the light.

About this poem

So I was retouching this picture – it was too dark – and I got to thinking about light, and how it changes everything. Art. Faith. Love. Everything that matters.

Poetry is never about one thing.

Tom