A wedding ring held over my head.
A glow around their hair i thought was wisdom,
but it was 100 watts of ego leaking through.
A glare of shine on my own reflection,
concealing cracks.
A tedious tunnel
I assumed would have a ring of light at the exit.
A light bulb idea
I kept fluttering into,
buzzing around an artificial moon.
An especially luminescent pair of horns
Now, if I’m trekking the highway
and see a light,
I’m more likely to think “oncoming car” than “angel.”
And I recognize that something isn’t a halo
just because it shines above.
But I love it when, halo or not,
we link lights
Ruminating and illuminating together,
Passing back and forth
a game of fluorescent frisbee,
and both of us
catch the glow.
Emily Kirchner
Emily is a surrealist illustrator and writer. She is currently pursuing a degree in early childhood education to become a behavioral specialist.