Invitation

A poem by Cristin Cooper 

I see you light. 
Welcome relief 
in the course of winter. 

I see you neighbors.
Faces whose names 
I still do not know.

I see you banana bread.
Uneaten by Brandon,
lying dormant on the counter. 

I see you God. 
Your grace 
extending. 

I pick up the bread,
and tie
my laces.

If anyone asks, 
it’s the light 
that drew me.