She found a sunbeam
and laid herself upon it
so it could carry her into
meadows and parks
and all the light-hearted places
people can go
But more than that
ever more than that
it took her into the dark-places
and lit them up
like the merry garden in her backyard
where in her spare time
she dug into the dark-soil
while she watched her sunbeam
dance with other sunbeams
even when she managed her monthly books
her sunbeam sat on the printed page
and played with it lightly