It is the Lights around the corners...
Those everyday corners...
That surprise, delight, reappear
For our questions...

Who are you?
Why do you appear?

And, why should we question
Things we question...if not
Seen...once, twice, again...

Then, at peace, we cease to
Question
At all?

Have you not seen your
Grandmother, grandfather,
As a fleeting
Glance?

elysabeth faslund

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lights-around-the-corners/