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.
Have a lovely week, everyone.
