THE SPEED OF LIGHT

The light paints what I wish to see,

Morning amber glow washes

Everything with a tint of gold,

Nature becomes art,

Even a modern suburban street

Becomes momentarily

A painting by Van Gogh,

Or perhaps Lautrec.

taken instantly by the light,

I arrive in other places and times,

Miles and centuries away.

Suddenly, at the speed of light,

I stand there on Parisian streets,

And sometimes upon

The surface of another world.

• Donovan Baldwin