It came to me as a pillar of light

–As if to a desert traveler
when sunlight first filled the sand's broad back

–As if bursting forth from between
the shoulders of a mountain pass,
burning a tunnel of snow-fire

–As if piercing the cloud-heads
and reflecting to the eye
from a clear pool glittering
with all the rain-storm's silver

–As a revelation,
not from the outer world,
from earth, flame, water, sky,
but from the deep within
to the world all around.

This poem is a form of my own invention; I call it a double ladder. The title is a single line of some number of syllables; each subsequent stanza has one more line than the previous, and one fewer syllables each. Nothing special, but fun.