Bar and Mote.

Breeze steady, cool air,

Crisp light, association free.

Memory from 40 light years ago

Not nostalgia but

With a dread of light with no meaning.



The Sun darts behind a cloud

Like a hand over a lamp.

But it soon returns

As fearful and revealing as before.



Four decades ago,

The light was unexamined

Angles of refraction and

Angels of reflection

Bar and mote

Mist glow

All joyful oblivion.