this donut shop

this donut shop
is nothing but light
a flood
through the row of big windows

light on my notebook
light, warm on my back
light on my books
light on the tiled floor
on the opposite door

light illumines the hum of the refrigeration
the chatter and laughter of the donut shop kids
light on the creme-filled
light on the cruellers
light on the coke bottle
light on the monthly special,
maple-covered cake with a spider on top
sculpted from frosting

light is something we cannot escape
when we are awake
when we are asleep
in this dream
and in death
it will light our way
through the corridors
of grace