i have seen

This is a poem from a literary journal that I am submittting work to be published, I cannot stop reading it. enjoy.

Portrait of the artist, withered
by Kelly Jean Campbell

I have seen how he waits:
he waits all night, vigilant
for the dawn, shivering steadfast
in the dark, barefoot
by a drafty window.
And when light seeps through its dark gauze,
he ladles it in;
a little spills on the floor.
The rest he pulls, taffylike, into threads,
makes a sheet of it on a great glass loom.
This time, he folds it, wraps it, and stores it
on a dusty closet shelf.