poem

 Reading in the Dark

The light reveals itself in objects

Not the other way around

The way you appear to others

Depends on the light you’ve found

Your particular shape teaches

The light how it must bend

All matter is a moon 

Shining after the sun has set

Heaven is the light you see

When you learn to read in the dark

I go to a place devoid of light

When I get like this

You aren’t there 

But my hands are here

Even though I can’t see them

They always find each other in the darkness 

Every existence is a gravity

A fold in the fabric  

First felt as loneliness 

Which soon becomes a heaviness

Spiraling closer and closer

Until our fingers entwine

It isn't necessary to see 

To be surprised by what you find

7/13/25