Eavan Boland - Jan 26, Iyengar I

I loved, loved this piece! Chosen for the coming Full Moon. Maybe one of my favorite descriptions of light ever!

HOW WE WERE TRANSFIGURED

Now when darkness starts

in mid-afternoon,

when evening shows an unwelcome

half-sliced winter moon

I remember days

when I never thought twice about

what was farther off

from the four walls of our

house, from the hills

above it, from our infant daughters sleeping

in it or what lay

in wait for us on the Irish Sea

as darkness moved up

and away and we slept late oblivious

to the rain s drizzle,

the tap and flicker of it.

to what was coming

silently, insistently, to render

our lives visible to us again:

light the builder,

light the maker, fitter of roofs to gutters,

of the tree’s root

to the tree's height,

of earth to sky:

assembler of openings at

the river's mouth and the mind’s eye.