Joshua Keiter

There is a moment 
more than one 
when the child sees 
the light through stained glass
a curtain lowered and raised
the strings vibrating 
into empty space 
the words reverberating 
from the screen 
to our lips a silent 
recognition as if 
obvious we are recreating 
in some limited fashion 
the domain from which 
she has sprung to which 
we are constantly returning 
witness these peals 
of laughter monologues 
consisting of what might
become words 
in the meantime 
beaming at us 
a reminder of 
where we come from