How One Secret Was Revealed

My daughter flew to Florida
Labor Day Weekend, and as we
strolled from the airport, she said
I forgot how intense the sun is here.
(See how I pride myself
on listening). She showed me
how an IPod works.
She rested.
She wanted to talk with her grandfather,
but he didn't feel well
until the afternoon of her departure.
We laughed, we ate at restaurants
with family, watched sunsets,
visited the Ringling. I was consumed
by Gregory's Vision there, reigning
along one wall, the saint portrayed, lifting
the host, a brilliant white disk,
in otherwise muted, Renaissance hues. We
talked by the pool later, about her Uncle,
how she feels a need
to help him. I nearly missed
illumination, while
offering my pittance.