I find you
each morning
in the sun rise
and in this Western culture
of Estimated Prophets
standing in their shafts of light.
I find you in the daily grind from nine to five
where science is the new religion.
I find you
lighting up action hero movie screens
and while I am sitting at my desk composing poetry
staring back at me from behind the white glow of a an LED monitor.
I find you in the right angles of the polished floor hallway at school
and in the pages of my notebook proudly written.
I find you in the cold marble perfection of gallery statues
from long ago ideal forms made solid
by the cold light of reason
and still staring time
bravely in the eyes
you never blink.