The intelligence of light is clear
Light does not equivocate or stop to make judgments
Light doesn’t require self-reflection
It achieves its optimal speed and sticks with it
Travelling at a rate so constant we measure time by it
And although it can be bent and refracted
For the most part light is steadfast
Illuminating everything it touches
With the brilliance of starshine
If we can’t yet understand light’s language
Doesn’t mean that there isn’t one
Where photons sing cosmic chords imbued with primal meaning
Harmonizing down waves from yesterday’s source to tomorrow’s maybe
Communicating the essence of discovery
Without pretense or dissembling
Light is nothing but light
David Trudel © 2013
