Centres: corners

Going toward the light,

Perhaps someone says that

To the birds soaring high

To the bird on the corner

Magpie

Watching all us pass by

And maybe they’ve seen

This whole time

We all acting crazy as mudpie

Going toward the light

Watching, they fly

All us going none knows why

Maybe they’re calling me

Toward earth’s cave

This night her deep light

Maybe the light calls me

To wonder at this

My question, stunned, still is:

Where’s g?