for Alice*

How light shapes and surprises
​what we fix upon to view
when we stop to look
​and rest our thoughts anew.
We claim nature’s space,
​ if momentarily, as our own.

As when light reflects
​ upon water calm and deep
there is this never quite
​stillness there, that keeps
flickering in restless intent
​to break and change.

This you own and hold
​to all you are and do,
you who foster slow time,
​quietness, silence too,
bringing beauty’s truth
​to all you find and form.