186,000 miles per second: An ode to light
By Rosalind Foster, Kenai
Why rush along so fast?
Flutter, settle, pause, delight —
Scan the beauties you expose
And sense the hope that rises in your wake.
Let Darkness be the one that’s fleet
May it assume your speed and dash away
Across the universe to some sequestered place
only touching down to bring us needed rest
From our day’s mysteries and simple joys.