The Lonely Glowing

It never began.
It had always begun.
Never more begun than before
But always begun.

Back to the light in the window,
Ordinary sunlight,
Extraordinary technology,
The well-machined double-paned glass.

It’s been flooding the room
With old thoughts about photons,
How what’s bouncing around
Came so far to sink into these walls,

Direct or by relay,
Each one bumping one
A further wave along
Until the eyes absorb

The few that arrive
Out of all the passing,
And the interpretation
Begins that had always begun.