Light-Purpose
©January 16th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
Crystals hang down from the little chandelier
Like fat drops of arrested rain
Frozen into tear-drops, cut into facets,
Full of glinting light.
I like this little chandelier.
All it can hold is just
One little votive, but for now,
That little pleasure is denied it.
One strand of crystals is missing
I feel towards my little chandelier
A rising tenderness, a softness
A need to say, There, there, it’s all right.
But all I do is gaze at it,
And feel myself transform into
A fat, pendulous tear-drop
Dangling down from a metal ring.
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