Light Through Shuttered Window

That sun hangs outside the window of one's life,
fiercely gleaming through the partially-closed slats,
showing only one vibrant
slice
of one ray
at a time.

Poetry is that ray of sunshine,
a single focused beam,
examining one still moment in a life,
then changing
as the sun moves through the sky.

Leaving darkness,
and
the memory
of a
vision.