This light was not like the flow of water, but something more fleeting and numberless, for its source was everywhere. I liked seeing that the light came from nowhere in particular, but was an element just like air. We never ask ourselves where air comes from, for it is there and we are alive. With the sun it is the same thing. There was no use my seeing the sun high up in the sky in its place in space at noon, since I was always searching for it elsewhere. I looked for it in the flickering of its beams, in the echo which, as a rule, we attribute only to sound, but which belongs to light in the same measure. Radiance multiplied, reflected itself from one window to the next, from a fragment of wall to cloud above. It entered into me, became part of me. I was eating sun.
I uncross my legs
to find, with a bare foot,
that sun has warmed the stone.
I partake of the sun.
And the stone.
— Rebecca Lindenberg, excerpt of Dispatches from an Unfinished World
- Photo Source: archidave with fallen (Detail of a marble sculpture of Eve at the Fountain by E. H. Bailey)
- Poem: Hidden Sanctuary