I By Sara McClayton

I 
I am not the one who craves the light,
 Who sleeps in blaring caves of light.


I am not the knife who slits the dreams
Of creatures spun from lathes of light.


I am not the selfish thief of grace
Who snares the sun and bathes in light.


I am not the last of many hands
To build this falling nave of light.


I am only one who eyes the dawn
Who knows she cannot save the light.

Sara McClayton is an educator and writer living in Baltimore, Maryland with her husband and dog. In addition to teaching English with Baltimore City Public Schools, she enjoys spending time outdoors, teaching and practicing yoga, and reading.