The Way Light Staysby Kai Hoffman-KrullThe rain on the windshield slows enough for me to see a small pond to the west. A barn light across the way presses itself across the water towards me, echoing out and out and out. As I drive past, the light bends, turns, stays with me, following like a familiar voice I cannot remember. © 2009 by Kai Hoffman-Krull. All rights reserved. |