Poetry by Shaun Clamp
That light
could be hope
how it feathers against the windscreen
How its centre is impenetrable
like a flower, like a beacon
of some hope, of some god
How when I blink my watery eyes it stretches out to touch
the soft slope of my nose
How I look at it
and wish I could hope
but it withdraws
receding its twinkling optical tethers
until it’s just
the misted car interior
that cradles me
and the lights frost over
and the moon pretends
Vita Brevis Press. 
I like this poem. Good images. Strong.
wonderful combination
That light has many strong qualities. Not the least of which, to open up doors and perspectives.