A BEACON OF LIGHT

For Chris G. Vaillancourt

I stumbled over your words
not knowing they were there,
a beacon of light in a dark
electric highway we share,

I was new and unprepared,
a novice without voice,
first flight from the nest
and you were there, hovering
with wings of experience,

the silent sculptor chipping
away the rough with tools
guided by a mightier hand,
showing how beautiful
a world could be covered in words.