Is it truly dark, or is this darkness
like what we call night—
nothing more than our backs
turned to the sun.
It is not the light that has changed.
It’s a matter of where we stand.
Though I know this, the night
appears no less dark.
Sometimes, when I
lose hope for the world,
I ask myself if I have lost hope in you,
if I have lost hope in me.
Always the answer
is the same.
By now you would think
I would never forget
that the sun is only one
of many, many lights.