You Are Not Removed

until the light
washes over you—

and the light has not
washed over you.

You need to love the gnats
swirling over the toxic

swamp (for the swamp is always
toxic) you need to

catalogue mazes and maps
adamancies, get

chokecherries to grow
next to sage—

unleash even
the slightest allegiance

and then let the light
wash over you.

— Jane Mead, author of The Usable Field

T. S. Poetry