Window Light—Adam Whipple
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by Adam Whipple
Window Light
It comes through
in a slow-rise whole note
voicing behind us
like fingertips between shoulder blades.
It comes through
astounding, a sword’s edge;
would it not cleave
even soul from spirit?
It comes through
muted, ensilvered with rain,
the comedown
after storming away.
It comes through
pale as new corn at vespers,
and we sleep at last,
praying grace to try tomorrow.
It comes through.
Adam Whipple is a musician, poet, and author living in Knoxville, Tennessee, and a graduate of Carson-Newman University. His essays and poetry have appeared on The Rabbit Room, in Curator Magazine, Blue Mountain Review, The Pigeon Parade Quarterly, and Analogue. His albums can be found on all major digital outlets.
This is extraordinary. Beautifully written
Love this!