- Madronna Holden
We Know Which Way to Grow by the Way the Light Hits Us
(For my grandfather)
Sometimes when the world
sinks into dreaming
and stone seems transparent
in the light urging shadows
to take on flesh and dance
I re-live yellow mornings
pronounced perfect
by your voice.
You move back to me
with such grace
I can recognize the wings of angels
in the cloudy insistence of the storm,
carry an absent woman home
in my arms,
look every pain in the eye
and do everything else
that can be lifted by love.