Darkness Worn like a cloak On a brocade Of silence
Memories are translucent, and
Fibers of my being Are hard, at times,
To piece together.
They fit in a splash Of overlap, one Scene runs Into the Next,
And, I’m often quite Transfixed,
By the pictures I see, So much so, I wonder If they Are
Even really me.
Lightness And, as the shadow Lifts, light begins To creep in,
Not all at once, no Slowly, one measure At a time.
The light must be Careful, not to Scare too Much
Fright Into the unsuspected.
Those who are not Used to its fullness, Stillness, and yes also Goodness.
Yet, it does invade, And pervade the senses, Bringing with it, a new dawn, With all of its new drawn-
Out histories, yet to be Lived, and then, yes, eventually, Told.
The question, so bold?
Why the darkness and The lightness? What’s the Story of this symbiotic Relationship,
Which manifests in So many different ways When at play, during the Day, and, yes, even when We are hiding in the shadows Of its fullest measure.
Our pleasure unrecognized, not Fully brought to its light.
Symbiosis In the end, dark and light Are a pair of opposites, Just like the rest of The world.
While we get carried Away in a whirl-winded Exploration of why;
Why not try to simply Accept the reality that is.
Lightness exists, As does darkness, and, Paradoxically,
And, oh so commonly,
You can be in the light, While in the dark, just As you can be in the dark, While in the light.
It works that way, all Throughout our days Until we are finally carried away.
Instead of a diary entry this week, I am choosing to share this three-part poem with you. I wrote this a few weeks ago just before traveling to the coast. At that time, it occurred to me to write a poem about three concepts, darkness, lightness, and symbiosis. Yet as I wrote the poem, they felt like three distinct parts of an overall unified whole, so I structured them and am sharing them just as they occurred to me. Fun.