changing light

credit - wolfepaw

credit – wolfepaw

Last week we continued our theme of National Poetry Month, learning more about the Beat poets. We read several poems by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Given the choices to write to a theme of protest or create their own ‘Changing Light’ poem, most of the dozen or so women gathered around the circle opted for light.

As always, it is a heart-thumping experience to sit with these women at various stages of incarceration, to hear their words spoken in their own voices and then reflected back through the ears of the rest. So many ways to think of light, something precious and sacred behind windowless walls. And here in Vermont, the spring is especially slow to come. April can still bring snow atop the softening mud. It takes a couple of weeks of rain and more warmth than we’ve had yet to live up to our billing as Green Mountain state.

But get there we do! Thanks in part to days like we had last week just prior to our gathering time. Read a sampling of the writing from that night and be transported into the light as filtered through the eyes of some of Vermont’s incarcerated women:

BLUE EYES

The changing light
inside my son’s blue eyes
is the most beautiful light I‘ve ever seen.

His morning light of sleepy seeds
and yawns of his fascinating dreams
of the night before.

The light in my son’s blue eyes
is different shades of blue; the ocean
roars with waves of light every time
he blinks. Continue reading