Poetry Thursday

Light

I live for books
and light to read them in.
Waterlilies
reaching up
from the depths of the pond
algae dark,
the frog loves a jell of
blue-green water,
the bud
scales
a rope of stem,
then floats in sunshine. Like soap
in the morning bath.
This book I read
floats in my hand like a waterlily
coming out of the nutrient waters
of thought
and light shines on us both,
the morning's breviary.

-Diane Wakoski