Gift of Darkness
What if darkness isn’t something to fear,
but a requirement?
What if relaxing into the long night
is the secret?
I have sat alone in darkness
the quiet covering the bareness of my shoulders.
Unspoken feelings formed there and floated up in me,
pushed forward, heaved out.
Shadows gently held
emotions too elusive for the light.
Blinded by obscurity of thought,
my eyes eventually adjusted.
I saw that not seeing my surroundings
engaged my inner sight.
The blackness enveloped me;
I was finally still.
A star peaked free.
The window made space for the moon’s glow.
Mystery hung in the air.
Photo: Ed Sidrewicz