A Hallowing of Consciousness

Gary Howard


The light I saw

Reflected from

A rain-soaked

Street was yours


But then I could

Not recall if first

It came by dream

Or by some other



It seemed so real

So urgently necessary


I do not see it leaving

Or losing any luster

Even when I close my eyes


I cannot remember anymore

If it mattered


I can only reflect back

To what it meant once


A single momentary

Hallowing of consciousness