TREASURES OF LIGHT by Beth Haist

Today, I can only look for ‘hidden icons’
You know , under the fray
Those who
Increase the volume
ADD light.
Change the presentation & theme
For the better.
So  maybe I will forget
Her raunchy laugh-
Bare footed
Black Madonna skirted twirl
In St. Peter’s Square
where
I imagine
Our own
100,000
Epitaphs
Billowing .
You will never know
where you will find them
 These treasures of light and meaning
Because it all started on black felt-
An old woman with her darning needle
Poking holes
At the same time
Revealing
A million and one
Stars.