A Beautiful Odd Light

It is an odd kind of light that enters the studio.
A “before the storm” light,
yellow and unsure which way the wind is blowing,
A light that comes with the sound of daydreams
and the soft reassurance that you live
in a place that has survived many storms,
its combination of foundation, thick beams
fairly certain to absorb another.

But then again the strange light may mean nothing.
Thin clouds of a certain sort, combined
with the light of dawn or dusk,
a light that goes away leaving a period of uncertaintly
before it becomes what it becomes.
NIght. Morning. Clouds. Rain.
This strange light is only a sign of transition

And you can help it along.
Adding your own lights, switch by switch,
each one lighting the studio a bit more
until the weather outside no longer matters
and you can do the work you were made for.

About this poem

“Hey Tom! What’s this poem about?”

You all know the light I am talking about. Half yellow, half orange, a light that makes you wonder what is coming.

Life runs in cycles. MIne is on an upswing. It is a good place to be.

It was a morning of odd dreams and people out of character. Dreams of uncertainty. foodd for the depression. I woke, rattled. I woke and sang. I don;t know the title of the song, but it is a hip hop song that begins with “It’s going to be a good day.” One of my morning anthems. Some days you have to supply your own light.

As strange as it feels to be doing all the things I do at this point in my life, it feels like I am doing what I was meant to do. Finally.

It’s going to be a good day.

Tom

PS: The photograph is of my first and favorite studio. You had to go up stairs to get to it. The shot was taken from the stairs early in the morning, yes, when the light was strange.