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

Messenger

 

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