the dark is less dark
and the shapes of the world
reveal again their singular shapes—
I know they don’t really lose their lines in the dark,
but I like to imagine all those newly
illumined silhouettes
have spent the night blurred, puddled
into one immense darkness,
forgetting for a while
that they have any lines
worth preserving.
It is enough to make a woman
wish that the light
would never come
if that is what it takes
to make us all remember
how arbitrary they are,
these boundaries we like
to call ourselves.
Stellar! This is exactly where my head has been.
Ha! Drew, so glad to be dancing in the dark with you! Xo r
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer http://www.wordwoman.com tel. 970-728-0399
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It’s interesting how you smudge that line between the exterior world and the interior one.