LIGHT

He ordered books
that contained “light” in the title

He watched how light
glistened on people’s eyes

and wandered what pain
fed the soft glaze

And when he got stuck
he imagined arrows

made of light, gliding
through clouds

penetrating everything
that stood their way

Their sharp edge sailed
through obstacles

a bolder, steel,
walls

He knew
light can do all that

— Abraham Menashe
© 2017