Rabbit Twilight

Rabbit Twilight
for my mother

You love this time,
Sun sinking, lamps illuminating
cavities of houses with curtains still open,
framed faces hanging on walls,
people alone and together
arriving full circle,
slowing toward slumber.

If you are lucky,
rabbits graze on green,
soft shadows statue still,
ears glowing like church windows
you look toward singing
angels we have heard on high....

You remember a boy,
red hair and freckles,
sitting in front of you at school.
The best thing about him
was his ears,
almost transparent, how light
streaming through the window
rendered them redder.

You do not remember --
or do you? --
worlds before this one,
amniotic floating, pink and red pulsing
you could not see,
being pushed in pain and love toward
windows...rabbits...choirs...a boy,
emerging to fluorescent beaming,
warm beacon beckoning promise
through your still shut eyelids:
Look! All this light!