October
This is too good. An abandoned church
and the lowering sun shoots itself through
the stained glass. On this side
of the window, I’m driving by
and am hit with a bolt so yellow
it makes me think I am seeing God.
It’s just light.
And the same light glances off
the gingko leaves littering the sidewalk
like ancient lost coins and then children
take over, scramble for the fallen gold
and are hit themselves with the beams
of faith, then run out of its reach
toward home—
And by now
the sun has pulled its rays out of the yellow
window and I drive the few more blocks
to my darkening house which I will light
the moment I arrive.
by Linda Andrews, local artist and writer published in the 2010 Walla Walla University Gadfly, an annual literature and art journal.
