The fluorescent light shines desperately
outside the cobwebbed windows.

Blinding in design,
it knows nothing more than to attract
unsuspecting visitors.

Like a moth,
I’m drawn to the light.
Each headlight, each streetlamp,
even the sun,
I stare, seeking …

All I want is to be engulfed
in brilliant light — to be consumed,
wholly.

If I could be a source of warmth —
of light, of comfort, of security —
to anyone, I’d let them string me up
so my light could shine down,
useful.

I longed to be your light.

*Inspired by Mary Oliver