River of Light

My new poetry book, River of Light, begins in the gathering headwaters of grief and blessing, then floats through the confluence and flow of Eastern spiritual practices. At its delta, it enters the sea with poems about light and death and speculation on the afterlife.  The poem from which the book takes its title draws inspiration from Canto 30 of Dante’s Paradiso and Monet’s dictum that “the real subject of every painting is light.”  River of Light

ASH  WEDNESDAY

Two ragged lines, weary
flesh, inch
toward the altar, hands folded
in unaccustomed quiet.

With each step, we
chant, remembering
we are tree limbs swept
along the river’s sheen,

dust layers lying on
the closed window’s sill.
Tears well
from my wrinkled eyes.

I weep
for the grief concealed
in each person around me,
but also for you

and me, how we lose each other
in self-made misery,
unnecessary
as these dark ashes smeared

across our foreheads, there
for others to see, as if
they didn’t already know us
to be transient, broken, human.

“Ash Wednesday” is from the book Leaving the Base Camp at Dawn by Daniel Thomas.

To purchase or just learn more about the book, follow this link: Leaving the Base Camp at Dawn.