Komorebi – Patrick Williamson


Sun moves, and the shadow moves,
in spare and excellent order
in the rivers of windfall light
reveal things in a before, an after
and in the wonder of a look
closer to earth, the smile of two eyes.
Under the canopy of our woods
I come to find you, to talk.
Because in you I see my roots.
Like a shadow. I am, I am not. 

Patrick Williamson