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