Breaklight

light keeps on breaking.
i keep knowing
the language of other nations
i keep hearing
tree talk
water words
and i keep knowing what they mean.
and light just keeps on breaking.
last night
the fears of my mother came
knocking and when i
opened the door
they tried to explain themdelves
                                                                                    and i understood
                                                                                    everything they said.

Observation: insight brings understanding when the light breaks.
*poem by Lucille Clifton
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