The Bone Above the Heart

At first it’s just words I use
to describe the light, and then the sensation
of the light, if one can call it that. I’m ready
for the light, if you can deliver the light.
I’m open to the sensation of being shone upon
or just moving through the light, but there’s the sensation
of wanting to hold the light or caress the light in such
a manner that maybe I’m airborne for an instant.
And then I get this lifting sensation
just under the bone above the heart.