New Beginning

We have new beginnings all the time;

This is not one dark forever.

There are glimpses of light beyond this light---

Golden on the horizon outside my window,

Golden on the sun with its first sunshine on a new day,

Golden on the calm air this morning,

Turbulent air other mornings, other lifetimes.
I cannot imagine infinity.

A friend’s mother used to tell her it was everything outside,

The margarine container we know as time and space.

We are lidded from it tucked into this plastic world,

Where we make fake butter

And decorate the container with a picture of a cow anyway.
Yet there is light some mornings---evenings,

Even---when sun and dawn and night are one, a trinity of shadow.

Driving at twilight is most dangerous, they say; it seems lighter than it is,

And cows come near the roads on their way to green meadows and cool water,

as we are also on our way somewhere, speedingby in our lidded containers,

trying to propel ourselves into infinity.