The light through the window
showed the truth
of a courtyard of bricks and windows,
most of it anyway.
What did not come through,
refracted off the dusty glass,
caroomed off the silver water spout,
leapt the roof rim's red tile,
soared through the blue atmosphere,
and laughed as it reflected to the Sun
that we still prefer to view the world as caves.




                                		Brandywine
                                		11/18/95