You push the frame of light
against all those whom you hold dear.
Does your frame hold them too still?

In your search for God do you find
you yearn to hold the world like him,
in a place you can find it again and again

and shock yourself awake each time
you see that light as if it were new?
I like to think you have such joy

all the time, to see like that. I like
to think your world leaps and yet
can freeze when you choose to stop it.

I like to think, to hope, that
some of us, that you, can see it all.
Which means I like to think it’s all

there to see. Comfort this
illusion with your work. Build
silvered seas of light.