Suncatcher
A poem by Joe Bisicchia

Suncatcher

The world has mass
as you pick it up
and hold it for presence
and the gathering of light.

More than a finite paperweight,
this sphere welcomes spirit near it,
mine and yours, 
even as we are just tangents,
each a passerby.

It is a glass ball, this small earth.
Etched continents,
a sense of permanence,
a sense of holding down,
and yet a sense of letting go.

It does not belong only to you.
Or me.
It reflects.
As we all do.

It is set by the sill for the sun
to make of it a prism.

All in the orbit are welcome,
despite all our craters,
to be as this and reflect,
and to pick it up,
as if by turns of day to night,
night to day,
we all have presence

in the gathering of light
despite any darkness.

About the Author:

An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, Joe Bisicchia has written four published collections of poetry. He also has written over two hundred fifty individual works that have been published in over one hundred publications. To see more of his work, visit www.widewide.world.

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