A poem
I step into your darkness,
but I can't see you.
I hesitate to call out, to intrude,
what if you're asleep?
This pitch-black,
most severe shade of darkness —
could it get any darker!
Blinded by light for too long,
now I cannot see
the figure lying still,
not very far from me.
I close my eyes, delving
into the deepest of my darkness;
in that profound blackness
I search for my lost sight.
As I open my eyes, it’s there
before me: a grey world painted
in its myriad intriguing shades.
In its hands, clasped in a tight hug,
delicately interwoven,
I finally find you.
One line poem
She rocks me on her lap
humming a soft lullaby,
I close my eyes, slip
into night’s deep slumber;
that perfect round dot
on her dark forehead,
wanes into darkness.
In response to this week’s prompt “Moon” by Ana-Maria Schweitzer.
For my teachers
For the storms keeping me grounded,
sun spreading hope, unfailing,
stars instilling wonder;
mountains, resilience;
experiences teaching to be
at peace with what’s changing:
jobs, money, people, self —
I’m grateful.
Thanks to Sherry Kappel for the prompt “Gratitude” :
A poem
Chug, chug, he chugs along
with a pack of strangers;
boarding, alighting,
then repeating.
Far from home, in many places,
seeking answers from unusual spaces;
a stranger in strange destinations.
Exploring, yet seldom catching
the fleeting glimpses of true meaning.
Walking past streets, often unseeing
the signboards, homeward-pointing;
he struggles, with false belonging.