the sage-word of lumens

when morning comes,

a tide of lumens rush in.

herded from the east

by the shepherd sun,

hounded by the cloud tumblers' presence

as either blocking or assisting,

in the passage of this west-migratory herd.

they have a fever pace, 

no matter the surface circumstances

and undaunted by the physicality of mass.

they flood past, 

as if driven by their own multitude moving on.

they feast by occupancy,

generally harmless

but brightly filled 

with what appears as emptiness,

hardly identifiable as a fluid 

by their eventual standstill presence.

the only verifiable clues to their being

is by shadows cast, 

as if a thinning of the herd.

yet as voracious as they are,

feasting as they appear to be,

they, as an entire herd, will pass,

and we will call it another day.

they are in their pasture of passage

while we are there as lifers. 

we sensorially feast on their presence,

their version of body heat generated,

on their natural daily migratory traits

yet they be ever the short-lived version

of their own broadcast in passing.

every day more come,

so many more come in a flood.

for us, it is the greatest migration in the universe,

untold for millenniums in passage.

they have a livingness of history,

while we have memory 

as our version of passage.

I regard them as ever so small critters 

that are nameless and faceless to me,

but are genuinely unobtrusive, 

except for seasonal overwhelms,

when too many gather, 

packed into a small volumed area of space.

this is where, as unencumbered heat 

becomes their evidence.

we, of course, refer to that as

too hot and or too bright.

otherwise, they are a complimentary necessity.

they are lumens, for us, quite minuscule 

but ant-like in their dedication and pursuit.

they live in and come from another world apart 

from our self-sense of origin.

we marvel and depend on them

in our version of truth.

they mingle and disperse in theirs.

they are cause-worthy

while we are results-focused,

still conjuring towards our versionary truths. 

hoping for some point in time

when we are light-beings more akin to them . . .