the truth is the light and light is the truth
from Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man
A fiery sun
made a path toward us
on the rippled water
and scattered pink shavings
over the rest.
Night was falling.
Our differences encircled
us and a chill air.
But the light. It gathered us
at the edge of the lake,
and we stood.
We were pilgrims of the light.
Published in the September 11, 2015 issue: View Contents
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