Collecting Light

I see the way the chickadees
take turns at the feeder.
I watch a neighbor take
her husband's hand.

I see the way the sun will find
the only interruption
in dark clouds,
to toss this amber light
across the pines.

I see a row of cars
stop on the road,
until the orange cat
has safely crossed,
then take off slowly, should
she change her mind.

I watch the way my brother
lifts our mother from
the wheel chair
to the car,
the shawl he lays across her lap.

I save up every scrap
of light,
because I know that it will take
each tiny consolation
to mend the world.

-- Deb Cooper

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