Even On The Darkest Day

The shine in your heart might be brightest
when you hear the rain patter like feet,
like the tiniest little feet are walking
across the ceiling
of all your longest feelings
finally feeling
like all the things you waited for might actually
come true,
even as all those things have shifted shape
over years of nights
of tears and prayers
you poured, you pounded out-
the pouring pounding out
left space in a room, in the darkest of rooms
so this light could fit in, and
your dim eyes could decipher just
a fraction more what the next puzzle piece
might look like, and even then it changed
sometimes, it changed all
except the very middle part
of the very solid heart
of your very darkest heart.