Drenched With Light

Days like today I find a bit discombobulating. 

This is the cheerful chap in the small square - Campo San Bortolomio, near our small hotel in Venice - passed him several times today. But am now writing this in a massive hotel (over a thousand here tonight) on the Croatian coast.

Today is the last Lent and Easter poem, by Evangeline Paterson, trying to express something almost impossible to articulate clearly, hence the gaps and lack of punctuation, I think... The sun actually shone today in Venice, making it even more beautiful; only one extra - of a restaurant behind the hotel we stayed in last time, because I like the interaction between the waiter and the young couple:

and that will be heaven

and that will be heaven
at last     the first unclouded
seeing

     to stand like the sunflower
turned full face to the sun      drenched
with light      in the still centre
held     while the circling planets
hum with an utter joy

           seeing and knowing
at last     in every particle
seen and known     and not turning
away

      never turning away
again